Getting into the Mansion should not have been this easy.
To tell the truth, Sveta suspected that she got through without trouble because she was a known element; maybe whatever security system was active at the time recognized her as a friendly mutant?
Or maybe, just maybe, she was actually getting good at this.

She did not go through the front door. She circled around a couple of times and then climbed a lower part of the building, moving through edges and roofs until she got a good look inside the few windows that were still lit this late at night. She looked quietly, balancing herself, until she found what she was looking for.

Getting into the Mansion hallway on the dorm side was not hard through a window that had been left open due to the warm night. Finding Sam's door was also easy. No one else was out in the hallway that late, but Sveta still kept her mask on, just in case, as she tapped on the X-leader's bedroom door.

This was probably not the best place to hide.

Sam grunted as he finished the last of his push-ups it wasn’t a crazy number but he was tired and had a long day. Chaos in the danger room thanks to one or two of his newer students, a kid who melted things with touch needed a little training in focusing. Something that would take a long time for him to get due to him having a bad case of the lazies. The air around him was colder, a side effect after he was ‘killed’ he decided it was best to keep a constant sense of everything around him in a short radius. It was safer that way he decided. No one would make him feel that weak again, Sam didn’t like not having control of situations.

The knock on the door was followed after two furry critters perked their ears. The first was Bruno who trotted over to the door and sat down and whined slightly. The large St. Bernard enjoyed being around people, who were why his tail was wagging, he didn’t know who was here. Cammie, Sam’s tabby cat raised her head then buried it back under Sam’s shirt which was laying on his bed. Sitting on the side of the bed looking from the door to the clock he looked back to the door.

Dismissing it was Athena (his ex-girlfriend) immediately he pushed himself up with a sigh and pushed his sixth sense past the door and the walls. It was a female, doubting it was over a trivial matter (he had no plans for any guests) he opened the door and hopped back slightly when he spotted a blonde in a mask before realizing whom it was. ”Really?” Sam asked as he waved her in and went over to grab his shirt disrupting the cat who was enjoying the darkness. ”Didn’t know I had an open door policy to vigilantes.” he pointed to his face insinuating that a mask wasn’t needed. ”but why you’re here come on in and shut the door, be good!” Sam told Bruno at the end.

Bruno sniffed the woman and wasn’t sure what to do. Sam turned and walked towards his fridge and pulled out a can of beer and offered it up towards Sveta. Cracking his open he took a sip and placed his shirt over his shoulder, ”What can I do you for blondie?”

Of course he was shirtless.

>>”Really? Didn’t know I had an open door policy to vigilantes. but why you’re here come on in and shut the door, be good!”

"Wh... oh." Sveta inched her way in, looking at the dog cautiously, but when she saw the wagging tail she relaxed and pulled the door shut. She stood awkwardly just inside the door, not sure how far the dog would allow her to go. She caught the beer, though.

>>”What can I do you for blondie?”

"Not call me blondie?" Sveta smirked, pulling her mask off and unzipping her jacket before she cracked the beer open. She walked over to a chair and sat, shrugging out of the jacket.

"I think I'm being followed."

The refreshingly cold beverage sat in his mouth for a moment before he was done admiring the taste and swallowed. His lone eye was fixed on the blonde as she walking further into his room and sat down and took off her mask and jacket. Sam’s eye fixed on he tank top before he took another sip. ”Fair enough Sveta.” Sam however was less than thrilled that her hobbies outside of the public eye were coming back with her to the mansion.

The air got a frozen chill as Sam exhaled and looked out the window. His powers allowed him to see or rather feel great distances in the dark, more than he could actually see. If there was a heat signature Sam would know someone was there. Cammie, Bruno and Sveta became visible followed by the kids sleeping in the rooms next to him and then those in the rooms next to them. ”And you came here.” even if Sveta didn’t know him that well she should have been able to tell Sam was less than pleased.

”You call if you are followed, never come here. It puts people in danger, people I’m supposed to protect.” Sam pulled his phone from his pocket and made sure there weren’t any security alerts. Nothing yet. Sam walked over to the chair Sveta was sitting in then sat across from her on his bed where Cammie crawled forward to his side. ”Tell me everything.”

>>”Fair enough Sveta.”

Sveta blinked and then shrugged. She figured that the leader of the X-men would find out her real name sooner than later. There were enough people in the Mansion - Jude, for one - who knew her as Sveta, even if she used Efimia on her vigilante days. Didn't really make a difference at this point.

>>"And you came here. You call if you are followed, never come here. It puts people in danger, people I’m supposed to protect. Tell me everything.”

"Sorry" Sveta frowned, sipping her beer. She could tell Sam was on edge. It had to be some huge responsibility to watch a school full of mutant children.

"I figured they would not be surprised to see a mutant take refuge at... well, a mutant refuge." she explained "I am not even sure they followed me. It could be... a number of people. A couple of weeks ago I shot at some gang guys who were setting a family home on fire..."

Or it could have been any number of other people too...

”Sorry doesn’t keep the kids safe from harm.” Sam said as he sipped his beer sending a text to the guy working the camera’s and other security measures for the night. It wasn’t the first time the school has been attacked so there were a lot of defenses and surveillance equipment meaning it would be hard for someone to sneak into the mansion. However he kept feeling as far as he could just as a precautionary measure. No reason to give anyone any chance. Getting up from his seat and walking over to the window he felt no one on the grounds. It was late after all and while there is the occasional roamer from the mansion. Tonight the grounds were empty.

”Surprised or not, you should have known better to come here if you did attack them. Don’t you think they’d try attacking you where you go when you think your safe? I don’t know if the mansion is your safe place but if they think you let your guard down here no telling what could happen.” Sam was satisfied with the mansion grounds for now and went back over to sit down.

”So you aren’t exactly sure who could be following you or why?” Sam put his hand on the bridge of his nose and side, ”You shot at some gang members for arson and I didn’t get a call saying,” Sam was irritated with the lack of are Sveta seemed to have for the mansion dwellers so he didn’t feel bad about impersonating her in a poor high pitch Russian accent, ”Oh, Hi Sam. Shot some guys setting things on fire. Left them at this location.” he took a sip of beer again and shook his head.

”Thought this was more of a team thing, you help me and I help you?”

>>”Sorry doesn’t keep the kids safe from harm. Surprised or not, you should have known better to come here if you did attack them. Don’t you think they’d try attacking you where you go when you think your safe? I don’t know if the mansion is your safe place but if they think you let your guard down here no telling what could happen.”

Sam was genuinely pissed. Sveta felt bad about it, and she knew that she could have been smarter about the whole thing. She was so used to working alone that the connection with Sam did not fall within her usual safety considerations. That had to be corrected.

>>”So you aren’t exactly sure who could be following you or why? You shot at some gang members for arson and I didn’t get a call saying, Oh, Hi Sam. Shot some guys setting things on fire. Left them at this location. Thought this was more of a team thing, you help me and I help you?”

"Well, I didn't shoot them" Sveta frowned into her beer, annoyed by the imitation of her accent "I said I shot at them. Dey got away. Dey were gang members in the neighborhood, what am I supposed to do? Ask the local police if dey are aware that dey have a gang problem? I am pretty sure dey know. Dey took their sweet time showing up."

Her accent was slipping more, partly because she was annoyed and partly because now she was self-conscious about it.

"Also, can you quit with the freezing?" she added, folding her arms over her chest.

Sam smirked slightly when she started to let her accent slip a little more, it seemed she tried to keep it from slipping too much. ”If only you knew someone who outranked your average officer. Someone with ice powers and access to tracking down said gang members.” Sam rolled his eye slightly and sipped his beer. ”You come into a problem like that you call me. I’m the problem solver with a tool box to make sure they get put away for a long time. You tell me I make sure the right people know.”

Sam wondered if it was a pay off thing or something more, it was possible the police were being blackmailed but then again it doesn’t happen too often a local gang is able to blackmail some officers. One or two maybe but the odds of a massive pay off was more likely.

When she asked him about the freezing his eye was brought somewhere else for a moment. Her arm movements brought a certain aspect to his attention. However it was only momentarily and he was still upset with her so he made note not to smirk. ”It’s how I make sure people don’t’ sneak in to the mansion to come after you.” Sam said about to reveal his sixth sense to her, ”How did you think I was able to locate the invisible creeper so easily?” Sam sighed and exhaled and the temperature in the room started to raise a little when he no longer had his hold on it.

”So what’s your next step? You get in trouble what do you do?” Sam asked her the way he asked some of his students.

>>”If only you knew someone who outranked your average officer. Someone with ice powers and access to tracking down said gang members. You come into a problem like that you call me. I’m the problem solver with a tool box to make sure they get put away for a long time. You tell me I make sure the right people know.”

"Gotcha." Sveta nodded, making a mental note to not make the same mistake again. Apparently it was one that Sam took very seriously. Also, whether or not he was overestimating his own influence was not for her to question.

>>”It’s how I make sure people don’t’ sneak in to the mansion to come after you. How did you think I was able to locate the invisible creeper so easily?”

Sveta mused about that for a moment, but the freezing cold let up in the room a little, so she did not make a snappy comeback. It made sense for ice powers to go with lower room temperatures. At least the beer never got warm.

>>”So what’s your next step? You get in trouble what do you do?”

"I call you and I don't come here" she answered, trying to keep herself from rolling her eyes "I got it. You're the one with the tool."

The point seemed to get across, however when she said the last bit Sam stifled a laugh. ”She said tool.” this time he let out a small laugh into his beer can. Sam was now cool and calm. He however made note to pull his phone out and see if there as any other response from the guy down in the security office. Still nothing, Sam shot him a text and told him to let the icemancer know if there is anything strange going on to let him handle it personally. It wasn’t like Sam was much of a sleeper now a days anyways.

Setting his phone down next to his car Sam started to per her behind the ears as Bruno curled up into a tiny ball (at least as small of a ball that was possible) near the front door. He was a big baby but he was pretty good at sniffing threats out as well.

”I mean you can come here all you want, just not in regards to our lat night work.” Sam smirked, ”Never said I’d had a problem entertaining a pretty lady such as yourself.” Sam drank the rest of his beer then got up and started to head to the fridge for another. ”Another? Sam asked as he popped open his beer.

”When did you first notice you were being followed?” Sam asked curiously having a feeling that she would have gone through any precautionary steps to prevent the tail from still following her.

>>”She said tool.”

Sveta rolled her eyes. Every man, X-leader or not, was just a thirteen year old boy on the inside.
Some of them on the outside too.
Damn you, Jude.

>>”I mean you can come here all you want, just not in regards to our lat night work. Never said I’d had a problem entertaining a pretty lady such as yourself. Another?"

Sveta rolled her eyes again, and nodded yes to the beer.

"Sure why not."

He went seamlessly from scolding to flirting. Gotta admire the guy's confidence.

>>”When did you first notice you were being followed?”

"Ten years ago when I ran away from home?" Sveta smirked, opening the next beer. Really, being followed was not all that big a deal. Running to the Mansion might have been, but being a vigilante kind of brought the bad guys with it.

A touch of irritation was revealed when Sam’s eyebrow lowered and the room tempature lowered for a second when his smile faded. Sam sipped his beer, ”You know what I’m asking.” Sam bringing up his leg and putting it on the bed as his cat crawled into his lap.

”I’m sure you noticed when you were followed tonight. Obviously it was enough to get you to,” the room warmed up when Sam stopped controlling the air around them only to adopt his ‘mock the Russian girl voice’ ”Come see da boss? Da.” he was tempted to go into what little Russian he knew but he’d had a feeling it would get him in more trouble. She had a gun, he had seen it before so there was no reason to give her an excuse to turn him into a target.

”Seriously though, someone must have spooked ya, or you wouldn’t be here. Unless…” Sam smirked, ”You’re visiting the boss for another reason.” Sam chuckled slightly as he looked down at his cat and ruffled her ears.

>>”You know what I’m asking. I’m sure you noticed when you were followed tonight. Obviously it was enough to get you to, Come see da boss? Da.”

Sveta's eyes flashed at his mocking tone. God she hated it when he did that. She hated it when anyone did that, really, it was bad enough that she lived in a country where people with her accent were always the villains. That regularly came back to bite her in the ass whenever she saved someone who thought they were being assaulted by the Russian mob instead.

>>”Seriously though, someone must have spooked ya, or you wouldn’t be here. Unless… You’re visiting the boss for another reason.”

"You know, dat would sound a lot more intimidating if you were not petting a pussycat." she frowned at him, folding her arms again against the cold in the room "You's have to try a lot harder than that to scare me with fake Russian."

Sam raised an eyebrow when she spoke in Russian, the only words he could pick up were ‘You have to try a’ ‘Scare’ and ‘Russian’ he could put most of it together though. Most of the words he learned were only out of necessity. Spanish on the other hand, too bad she wasn’t Hispanic other wise he’d be able to smooth talk her into telling him everything.

”You’ll have to speak slowly” Sam said still looking at the cat for a second before lowering the temperature in the room till some frost grew on the windows and the lights dimmed for a second. Sam took a sip of his beer then turned to Sveta, ”You have seen me only when nice” Sam struggled with the words but eventually formed the sentence or at least part of one. If it wasn’t exactly coherent it was because one of his ex-girlfriends or rather in his mind set ex-wife taught him quite a bit of Romanian. So it was possible he was switching between languages.

”I do accents better.” Sam said as a matter of fact. ”You tell me.” Sam switched back to English, ”Because I’m your boss and right now you aren’t being the most upstanding employee.” he stopped controlling the air and let it raise in heat again.

>>”You’ll have to speak slowly. You have seen me only when nice”

Sveta arched an eyebrow. He definitely struggled with Russian, but that was still more than most Americans did. No wonder he was running the vigilante show around here. He also flexed his proverbial muscles again, making the room ice up.

>>”I do accents better. You tell me.”

"Both of them are sh*t" she noted cheerfully.

>>”Because I’m your boss and right now you aren’t being the most upstanding employee.”

She stood up to face him just to contradict him. He had considerable height and weight on her, but damned if she was going to be intimidated.

"I am trying my best." she said, and she was serious this time. Walking up to him and leaning close she lowered her voice to a whisper. "Do you have any idea what would happen if you touched me, though? Sure you would win, but you would also turn dis school into the inside of a freezer."

She said that mostly to remind him that this was none of the flirting dances he was used to, and that she did not appreciate being threatened, boss or not.