Sparkie nodded and thought about Michael, anger and pain surfacing, then being left here while the others went to save the captives, her tattoos began to almost glow, she winced as her skin began to emitt sparks. She fell to her knees in pain as the tattoos came alive, twisting and almost hissing as they extracted themselves from her skin. Each of the once entertwined inked marks was now a seemingly living electrical snake like animal that seemed to await Sparkie's command. She lifted her head and gulped a little, "Can you tell me if they're a good or bad thing..." She said flatly.