Gawain grumbled to himself as he escorted Her Royal Spoiledness Bratty McNuts into the Mansion. He refrained for throwing her over his shoulder as he initially intended (they were still within gun range, and at this point if she fainted that was all on her). As they entered the building Angua, the Irish wolfhound came pouncing up, tongue lolling out to one side. Gawain grinned and patted the inland whale on the head as he passed by.

"Welcome to Xavier's Sister School for Gifted Youngsters" she drawled the usual introduction "Safe haven for mutantkind yadda yadda. You know it."

She could probably read the building as well as she could read people. And if not, tough luck.

Tossing the archery gear into the office as they passed by Gawain led the girl towards the infirmary. The sooner he got her patched up the better.

Evelyn had irritated a few people in her days. She said the wrong thing, hit a few nerves, got herself slapped or roughed up on more than one occasion. Her habit of saying things first and considering the results later had put her in more than one pickle that Jensen had to fish her out of. But never before had she felt so judged and so infuriated by it.

'Mirror' had a serious chip on his shoulder.

His posture said everything. The way he kept his back towards her, the curve of his shoulders, the stamp of his feet, the disgust in his expression. While she wasn't a mind reader and didn't know exactly what he was thinking, she pretty much got the just of it. 1 part spoiled, one part know-it-all, a pinch of 'crazy girl with voices in her head'. Those expressions she'd seen on enough faces to recognize. But that didn't make her feel any better knowing they were directed towards her. She wished she could say she wasn't sure where she messed up. But the problem with never forgetting was she knew EXACTLY what she did wrong. She was a bit too snappy when he tried to help, she used her echoes against him and made it worse and then Sam had gone and planted them together on this forsaken field-trip to the infirmary.

Part of her wished she could just pass out now. Then he'd be stuck carrying her the rest of the way. Although if he dumped her too fast she'd end up bruised and sore and she really didn't want to deal with those consequences yet.

Her footsteps were shaky though and she knew blood loss was making passing out seem that much more likely.

"You could slow down a bit, you know." She growled under her breathe. "I'm leaving as fast as I can, I can promise you that, so no use killing us both making it a race to your 'healer'."

>>"You could slow down a bit, you know. I'm leaving as fast as I can, I can promise you that, so no use killing us both making it a race to your 'healer'."

Gawain stopped and turned around. Okay so maybe he was going too fast. Not fast enough for his taste, but definitely faster than the girl who seemed dizzy from blood loss. His arms twitched once, almost on reflex to go help her, but then he reminded himself what happened the last time he tried to be chivalrous.

He sighed and waited for her to catch up.

"I'm sure ya can handle yourself" he muttered "We're almost there."

Gawain would have known the shortest way to the infirmary even if he was blind and drunk. It was practically his second home. A short flight of stairs later they were already standing in the door. As she caught up Gawain caught a glimpse of her blood-covered shirt and frowned involuntarily. Maybe she did need a healer.

A flicker of guilt was evident as Gawain glanced back to check on her. Ok, so there was a little bit of humanity left in the mutant. But not much of it, it seemed, as he snarkily remarked back and continued up the stairs.

Oh, for the love of ... why stairs?

Pushing back her shoulders (injured one included), she tried to maintain as much dignity as possible as she finished the climb up to where the infirmary was. She was just about done with this field trip, and her tour guide included. She wished she had time to look around more at the rooms and the animals and students, but there was no chance for that. And she wasn't sure she wanted the time to if it meant dealing with this arrogant and easily offended punk.

Dizzy feeling, world spinning. She was quite certain her white shirt was almost red by now... Holding it together, she managed to make her way back into the room and waited for some type of help. If nothing else, she refused to faint at the school. She'd wait until she was on the ride back home for that...

Gawain pushed the door of the infirmary open, and was almost immediately greeted by a growl from the inside:

"Oh hell no you don't..."

"Relax, it's not me" the mirrorwalker sighed and stepped aside to let Evelyn into the room "The lady here needs healing. She... helped us out on a mission and got caught in the crossfire."

DocProf looked up from paperwork and arched an eyebrow as Evelyn walked in.

"Crossfire, huh. She looks like she's about ready to drop. Letting her walk around bleeding, are we?"

"Oh for the love of..."

"Shut up, Morris." DocProf walked over to Evelyn, sizing up the situation from the blood on her back "Take a seat and take off the shirt. This will take a few minutes."

Gawain rested his shoulder against the door frame. He was not about to leave. If he was supposed to babysit, then he was going to **** babysit. In the meantime he took stock of his own injuries: bruises on his arms and legs, scars and scratches, aching muscles. Nothing that DocProf would need to heal...

"Gawain?"

"Hm?"

"Shut the damn door."

Evelyn decided she quite liked the DocProf. Something about him was grandfatherly and caring, and gruff when he needed to be. He had kind eyes, too. Some people had a sort of edge to their expressions, but when you looked closer, there was a kindness under them. Doc seemed to be like this. And it helped he told Gawain off. Whether or not she had been or not been a brat, if she had passed out on the way up the stairs, there would have been much more to fix than a stabbed shoulder.

Evelyn quietly took a seat on the chair he pointed to, relieved to get off her feet. She was less than thrilled to remove her shirt though, especially with Gawain still there. Whatever, at least her back was still turned towards him. With luck, he was squeamish around blood like Sam had said. She couldn't suppress the chuckle at the last statement from the Doc though. At least she didn't have to be the one snapping right now.

With an awkward little wiggle she managed to get the shirt off without moving her right shoulder too much and her injured back was left out in the open where the cold air could trace the mixture of dried and fresh blood. The injury was small, but deep, and all the movement wasn't allowing a blood clot to form. Her rather nice silk shirt was ruined, and as careful as she had been she was pretty sure there was blood in her hair now.

She scooped it up and moved it over her left shoulder to get it out of the way, and felt her cold hair on her skin. Around her, the room gave off echoes, but it was harder to listen to right now. Sort of like listening to someone walk underwater; everything was a bit murky. The presence of a healer didn't seem to completely limit the medical supplies, however. Which made her wonder what these guys really did in their free time to warrant the care...

Gawain shut the damn door and leaned against the wall instead. Evelyn wiggled out of her shirt and revealed the cut, which sent DocProf into full healer mode, ignoring everything else around him and he leaned over the girl's shoulder to take a closer look.

Gawain was suddenly anxious to get out of the room. He knew how Doc's powers worked: in a few minutes he would know exactly what happened in the park. Darn.

"Stop staring" Doc growled without looking up as he softly prodded around the injury "Go fetch some clean clothes."

"Wh... Me? But..."

"Maya's bound to have some don't you think?"

Gawain swore under his breath and walked out, slamming the door behind him. A few minutes later he returned with a bundle of clean clothes just to see DocProf already at work on the girl's injuries.

"Sesame Street, huh" he huffed "I'll be damned."

Evelyn couldn't see Gawain's face from the direction she was turned, but she could still hear his movements. There was a certain noise an uncomfortable shuffle made, a slight shift of weight from one foot to the other. She had to focus a bit to catch it through her muffled echoes, but it meant something. She'd have to wait until she was feeling better to think it over.

The doc settled into his healer mentality, she picked up on the comment he made before Gawain left the room. "Maya may have some clothes for her" She didn't miss the hint that was in his voice, and she tried to think. It didn't help her echoes were so fuzzy. Something was odd about this kid. Who was Maya? Was that like a girlfriend? Didn't seem like that would case the DocProf to talk in the tone he had. Personality? Well, the mutant's name was Mirror... Maya was a girls name---

She jumped as the powers started their work, a warm sensation coming from the stab wound. Evelyn made a slight face and the thought vanished momentarily. And then Gawain was back and his footsteps seemed to suggest he still hadn't gotten over his wounded ego.

Whatever.

Two could play at that game.

She smiled slightly and chuckled at the mention of the monster though. "After living in New York for as long as I have with the growing mutant population, I thought I'd seen everything. This is definitely on my list of the most bizarre though. She remarked.

The wound closed up and slowly disappeared under DocProf's hands who moved on to fix some smaller bruises and scratches, clearly out of courtesy to ladies since he had long given up bothering with the like on Mansion residents. They build character is what he used to say.

"Definitely up there with Christmas Chtulhu and the house that tried to eat us alive" he agreed, chiming into the conversation. X-men had a busy life.

"All right here we go" Doc finally stepped back to admire his handiwork "Now, I fixed the wounds but I don't pull blood out of thin air so I suggest Gawain here finds you a guest room and a shower, and you spend the night resting. I suspect after what you did in the park Sam will want a word with you. And while I will sternly scold him if he tries to have that conversation right now, I agree that you should stay and talk at a later point. After you have rested."

Gawain blinked at DocProf in disbelief. Spend the night? The Lady? In the Mansion? Under him babysitting?
Seven hells.

Evelyn gave a small smile at the doctor's input, but it wavered slightly at his final assessment. Inwardly, she could almost hear Jensen loading his gun. This would not go over well. She didn't even bother looking towards Gawain. If you could feel irritation emitting from someone, he was certainly giving it off like a small star.

"I really appreciate what you've done, but I don't think that's necessary. My house isn't that far away, and I can just---" She didn't need her echoes to read the stern expression that crossed his face. She let her tongue come to a rest between her teeth and curled her lips inward into a small frown then realized arguing at this point probably wasn't going to get her anywhere. Maybe if she could just, pretend to stay for a bit and have Jensen sneak her out later...

She'd still be stuck with Gawain in the meantime.

She accepted the clothes she was handed, a rather basic pair of jeans and a t-shirt. In fact, they looked remarkably similar to what Gawain was already wearing... and that little annoying half formed echo in her brain was clamoring to be heard. Maya... Gawain, similar---

Ohhhh that could be interesting.

After getting dressed into the plain outfit, Evelyn gave the DocProf a polite smile and a thank you and started for the stairs. The jeans felt strange, as did the shirt. They weren't particularly feminine, but if her echoes were right, that made sense. She started down the stairs and waited until she heard Gawain coming up behind her, and then she let her comment slip. "So are you as big on the whole chivalry thing when you're Maya, or is that just a Gawain thing?"

Bait. Set.

Gawain was still opening and closing his mouth, trying to find something to say that would make DocProf change his professional medical opinion...
... yea, fat chance.

Evelyn looked strangely out of place in Maya's clothes. She was probably used to a lot better. They walked out of the infirmary with DocProf staring holes into their backs. Gawain frowned as he let Evelyn go first.
He shouldn't have.

>>"So are you as big on the whole chivalry thing when you're Maya, or is that just a Gawain thing?"

"It's the sa.... whaaaaaiWHUT?!"

Gawain missed a step down the stairs and skidded down, catching himself awkwardly on the handrail before his ass hit the steps. Good thing she was ahead of him; if he did not have good reflexes they would have both gone tumbling down. And then DocProf and Jensen would have killed them in tandem.

"What the heck is your problem, woman?!" he stared at her, bewildered. Did Doc tell her? There was no way she could have called that "Are you trying to kill me?!"

Annnndddd hooked.

Evelyn glanced over her shoulder, and just caught the tail end of Gawain's misstep. For a moment, she thought she was about to get herself knocked down the stairs by a human projectile, but Gawain managed to catch himself.

Fall out of a tree, fall down the stairs, he was sure a charmer wasn't he?

She rolled her eyes and stopped at the bottom of the stairs with her arms crossed. It felt weird in his/her outfit, but whatever. She wasn't trying to win him over; heck, and this point, she was probably shooting for the opposite.

"Don't get your feathers ruffled. My echoes may be kinda tipsy thanks to the blood loss but I can still hear most of them. Clue 1: Codename, Mirror. Clue 2: Behavior isn't distinctly male or female, especially little things like how you stand and the way you walk. Clue 3: DocProf's way of saying 'Maya'. Clue 4: Style of clothing." She said, giving a little tug on the hem of the shirt. She sighed and waited for him to finish getting back to solid ground.

"Clue 5: you act the same both ways, so at least your not schizophrenic. Kind of a bummer though. Maybe then you wouldn't look at me like I'm a crazy person with voices in my head all the time." Her eyes flashed in challenge, and while she still wasn't up to par, her irritation was still fueling her with energy.

>>"Don't get your feathers ruffled. My echoes may be kinda tipsy thanks to the blood loss but I can still hear most of them. Clue 1: Codename, Mirror. Clue 2: Behavior isn't distinctly male or female, especially little things like how you stand and the way you walk. Clue 3: DocProf's way of saying 'Maya'. Clue 4: Style of clothing."

DARN the woman was good at what she did.
Which, in this case, was royally pissing Mirror off.
Gawain scrambled to his feet trying to look graceful. Wondering all the way if it was different from how full-time guys would do it.
Also...

"Hey! That's my team shirt ya're we..."

>>"Clue 5: you act the same both ways, so at least your not schizophrenic. Kind of a bummer though. Maybe then you wouldn't look at me like I'm a crazy person with voices in my head all the time."

Guilty as charged. On gender-shifting and on thinking the girl was scrambled in the head...

"Frankly" he huffed, taking the last few steps down to stand in front of her "I don't give a damn about the voices in your head. It's the voice comin' out of your mouth that I find annoying."

There.

Evelyn wasn't going to lie. The comments stung, and while maybe she deserved some of it, she didn't quite think she deserved all of it. Especially since her powers made conversations like these hard to forget. She'd feel the sting of his insult all over again, and again, and again--

"I can't believe you're so childish! Just because I didn't want to be treated like a frickin' damsel in distress did not mean I was making a personal attack on you and your attempts to be a gentleman. But if you want to take it personal, let's take it personal!" She snarled up at him. Up being the key word. He was a good foot taller than her, and even Maya's clothes were a bit on the baggy side.

She hoped the bottoms of the pants got nice and dirty before she returned them. Judgmental punk.

>>"I can't believe you're so childish! Just because I didn't want to be treated like a frickin' damsel in distress did not mean I was making a personal attack on you and your attempts to be a gentleman. But if you want to take it personal, let's take it personal!"

Oooh, snap. Gawain's eyes flashed at the challenge. He stood over her, she was almost comically smaller than him, the way Twyla used to be, not to mention ruffled and pale. Any other day Gawain would have declined the idea of proving anything to anyone, especially when she was supposed to post-healing babysit the person... but she had already pushed this too far.

"Well excuse me for trying to be polite. Won't happen again." he snapped, holding her gaze. "You wanna play with the professionals? Be my guest. You think I just made up a superhero name and started running around in a uniform? You. Have no idea what the difference is between using your powers in a random situation, or going out on a mission. No. Idea. Ya wanna prove you're not a damsel? Let's go."

With that, he reached down, and unceremoniously lifted her over his shoulder. There was no damsel-in-distress here as he folded his arms around her thighs and carried her down the hallway towards the Danger Room.