"The fallout is our problem, Kayla. Not just yours, and we adults will shoulder most of it. We've been lucky, so very lucky to this point. But we've lived through Mutant Registration Acts and avoided apocalyptic futures more than once. They will come, and we will deal with it. Xavier's is more than a school." Rachel's voice had a certainty to it. She could be certain. She had been to the end of time and lots of points in between.

Rachel had a wan smile. "Cockiness and people your age go hand-in-hand. Human or mutant it happens. Most of the staff here have done similar things. We aren't going to shun you or wag our fingers at you. Sometimes, mutant powers are dangerous. It's part of our world."

She leaned forward a bit and rested her forearms on her thighs. "First, you'll get signed up for counseling. You've just gone through something traumatic, and we'd be remiss if we did not help you with it. Second, you will train with your powers to have better control. All training will be supervised by an authorized adult and, until further notice, will be in the Danger Room. Shi'ar technology can handle it better than the landscape. Once you are solid on those two, we'll figure out step three."