The uniform of course felt like a second skin but was bulkier than she was used to. Still, it was going to be more pleasant to figure out what was happening in it instead of wearing a nightgown. Plus always being in uniform seemed to put her mind at ease.
As she looked around the room, she did see a few photographs on the vanity. Jean and Scott looking to be in their middle teens. "Sorry Jean, you have a dreadful taste in clothes," she muttered to herself.
"Just a moment," she replied and went to open the door, cautiously, phasing all but her hand. This could have been an ambush and Cassandra Nova was always a potential threat. Or David Haller. Or really any other high level telepaths who were in some way associated with the Professor.
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Date: 2018-09-23 10:10 am (UTC)As she looked around the room, she did see a few photographs on the vanity. Jean and Scott looking to be in their middle teens. "Sorry Jean, you have a dreadful taste in clothes," she muttered to herself.
"Just a moment," she replied and went to open the door, cautiously, phasing all but her hand. This could have been an ambush and Cassandra Nova was always a potential threat. Or David Haller. Or really any other high level telepaths who were in some way associated with the Professor.