Brooke blinked as the turtle entered the room. Which one was this again?
Scorcese? Polanski?
Wait, no. They weren't named after filmmakers.
She rose steadily, smoothing out her skirt, and warmed up instantly when he called her Lady Wyngarde.
Why yes. Yes, she was a lady. How kind of him to notice!
"It was more an invitation, really," Brooke said honestly. "To get to know one of my fellow mutants." She offered the turtle her hand, trying very hard to keep her squick factor down. She hadn't been kidding when she'd told Rachel that turtles terrified her a little. "You'll have to forgive my social faux pas here, but I simply can't recall your name."
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Scorcese? Polanski?
Wait, no. They weren't named after filmmakers.
She rose steadily, smoothing out her skirt, and warmed up instantly when he called her Lady Wyngarde.
Why yes. Yes, she was a lady. How kind of him to notice!
"It was more an invitation, really," Brooke said honestly. "To get to know one of my fellow mutants." She offered the turtle her hand, trying very hard to keep her squick factor down. She hadn't been kidding when she'd told Rachel that turtles terrified her a little. "You'll have to forgive my social faux pas here, but I simply can't recall your name."