"Hello Brianna." Reginald Crane said, coming up behind her with his eerily soundless step, his voice barely above a whisper, but inflected with an almost paternal regard. He regarded her for a moment in his idly curious way. His mutant power, the ability to manipulate the impressions and emotions of others through his voice was in full evidence, aimed to lull her and build trust.

"I hope you didn't neglect to invite your lovely companion." He sounded concerned, though his expression barely changed. "I was hoping to speak to you both."

A thin-lipped smile emerged from his mostly impassive features.