"We wouldn't be much of an institute if we weren't a warm, welcoming place, it's true," said the green-haired woman standing in front of Rachel's office.
Three metal spheres hovered in the air around her, gently juggling, though once she had finished speaking, they unraveled themselves from their current state and went back to being the jewelry that the woman wore to complement her emerald green sheath dress. It was evident, just from that little display, that the woman was always ready for trouble, were it to strike at a moment's notice.
"After all, most of our students need a safe haven to protect them from where they have come from." There were, of course, always exceptions to the rule. Kitty Pryde had been one then, Brooke Wyngarde was one now.
"I'm Lorna Summers," she said, extending a hand to Josephine. "I apologize. Rachel had some business to attend to. Welcome to the Xavier Institute of Higher Learning, Ms. Blaire-Bennet. We hope you survive the experience."
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Three metal spheres hovered in the air around her, gently juggling, though once she had finished speaking, they unraveled themselves from their current state and went back to being the jewelry that the woman wore to complement her emerald green sheath dress. It was evident, just from that little display, that the woman was always ready for trouble, were it to strike at a moment's notice.
"After all, most of our students need a safe haven to protect them from where they have come from." There were, of course, always exceptions to the rule. Kitty Pryde had been one then, Brooke Wyngarde was one now.
"I'm Lorna Summers," she said, extending a hand to Josephine. "I apologize. Rachel had some business to attend to. Welcome to the Xavier Institute of Higher Learning, Ms. Blaire-Bennet. We hope you survive the experience."