Rose, too, was generally a fan of the Danger Room. She could unleash the beast there, give in to her more violent impulses, if only for a brief time. It probably wasn't healthy, and she needed as much restraint as she could get. The same berserker rages that sometimes powered her dad were alive and well with her. She was far more like him than either of her brothers or Em, by a long shot.
The gym, however, was a reasonable alternative. And with the Danger Room scheduled for one of her dad's "Art of Fighting With Fighting" classes in less than an hour, the gym it was.
"You been on fire or somethin', Summers?" she asked. "I smell smoke."
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The gym, however, was a reasonable alternative. And with the Danger Room scheduled for one of her dad's "Art of Fighting With Fighting" classes in less than an hour, the gym it was.
"You been on fire or somethin', Summers?" she asked. "I smell smoke."