Rose was generally happy to help those in need; she knew as a second generation X-Man, she'd had a greater than average chance at doing pretty good in life. Had she been left with her mother, she suspected her chances might not have been as great.

What she hadn't necessarily been prepared for, though, was the smell of it all. A big city was crowded with smells to begin with, but the nature of the shelter meant that plenty of other smells wafted up too, not the least was the smell of hopelessness and despair.

But she was a good little soldier, and she'd carry on.