It was one of the rare nights that Kendra found herself awake late at night.  She moved through the streets of New York just wanting to get a breath of the city.  She had been cooped up in the mansion for far to long. Kendra looked around and saw the signs, the billboards.  Everything about this city was alive and jumping.  The way the vents and grates added smells to the air.  The sound of the people the cars.  Even for this time of night the city was busy.  Kendra still hadn't gotten used to that.  Growing up in Georgia, on a farm no less she found it a huge contrast to how she was used to living. 

Still, it was exiting to see the city for what it was.  Diverse.  Since she arrived in New York she had found that not only were mutants ok to 'out of the closet' here, but she hadn't seen any mutant hating since she had made it to New York.  That was, until tonight.  Kendra was moving down the sidewalk.  She quietly scrolled through the screens on her phone.  Checking her texts she saw one new message in the inbox.

New Message sent Wednesday April,5th,2017 11:42pm

Hey girl!  Look, I know you're probably busy exploring the big apple seeing the sites and  all that jazz but come on Hammerson needs those photos by the deadline.  This is a big article.  Fairly political, but important regardless.  Make time for it!!!!  Anyways take lots of pictures give me a call when you get a moment.

Kendra looked at the message before opening the reply box.  She started typing with one hand. 

Still settling in....... I'll email my shots tonight I promise.  And tell Hammerson that he can freaking wait!    

Kendra hit the delete button erasing everything after the word promise.  She wasn't about to make waves.  She was a photographer.  She had some pictures on her camera she kept forgetting to email in to her friend Delilah who worked for a local paper down in Georgia.  She hadn't really thought much about anything since she got to New York.  She had ran into one thing after the next, she was bombarded with things coming at her in all directions the pictures for work just kind of slipped her mind.

Kendra slipped her phone back in her pocket and kept walking.  She was coming up to a movie theater and noticed that there was a bit of a crowd around some people up ahead.  She raised a curios eyebrow.  She could hear raised voices.

"What are you going to do about it? Mutant?"  The first guy said.

"Look I just wanted to see the movie. I'll leave, I make you uncomfortable and that's fine, I will leave."  The mutant replied, he clearly didn't want to have a confrontation, but the first man was persistent. 

"Who said I was going to let you go anywhere freak?"

Before Kendra even realized what she was doing she was speaking up.  It wasn't like her.  To get involved, but seeming someone get picked on just for being a mutant.  It was something that always tugged at her heartstrings.  Kendra was both proud and horrified when she heard the words spilling out of her mouth.  "Why don'tchu just leave'em alone? Asswipe."

Her thoughts were muddled into some kind of mess, and a ride on the Harley was in order. She threw her hair into a quick ponytail, dressed in her sleek leathers, put on her cosmetics, and left. The ride through the streets sort of filled her with anxiety, however, since traffic was really not great. A ride Upstate would do her some good, but she was waiting for when she moved her kiddo from Michigan to be with her in the city.

Xavia was about to turn around and go home when she noticed the group of people ganging up on someone. She cut the engine and walked the bike to a stop in a parking spot, listening to the crap that was being flung about, and hearing one person step up for the underdog.

She draped the helmet over the right handlebar and pocketed her keys, leather creaking as she dismounted the bike. She approached the crowd with her eyes narrowed. Why? Why did she do it? She could have just rode on like nothing was happening... Truth was, though, she knew her moral fibers would not let her.

Xavia felt like this would become a fight, so her fingers tightened into fists to be at the ready just in case.

Scenario One: Someone started shoving, her reaction would be to try and get to the abused before they could get hurt. She would use skills she spent time practicing since making the choice to join the X-men, relying on human abilities of fighting with fists and quick thinking. At some point, the plant mode would happen with the weapon of choice being her vines.

Scenario two would simply be silent observation and a hope her help was not needed.

Neither happened yet, and the prior would probably be far less dramatic, was her hope. Still, she was ready.

Kendra had stepped up for the poor guy.  Her feet were on autopilot. Apparently higher brain function wasn't an option tonight. Don't make waves.  Don't stand out.  What are you doing?  She told herself in her head.  Only she wasn't in her head.  She was pushing her way through the crowd for some reason to confront a bully of all things.  She stopped when her eyes landed on the jockish looking guy and the much smaller scrawnier guy he was abusing.  The mutant in question had red eyes.  Harmless enough in itself.  They looked rather evil, but his general demeanor was submissive, non confrontational.  It was Kendra herself in a nutshell.  Why then was she making a stand?

Kendra sighed as the jock bully turned his attention on the pretty redhead who decided to interrupt him.  Kendra didn't have any special skills.  Nothing while she was awake anyways.  When she dreamed, she could move about the world invisible and even teleport, but awake she might as well have been a human.  There was nothing she could do if this turned violent and suddenly she felt completely helpless as the man stepped up to her.  He tried to make himself as large as he could.  Towering over Kendra like the Chrysler building.  Her chin was about chest level with him. 

"Why?  You got a thing for freaks?"

"I gotta thang, for common decency."  She said simply.  The southern drawl pulling her voice from her pouty lips like liquid honey.  Her voice was low, a little rough and sweet symphony to someone's ear.  It must've been nice, because suddenly the bullie's tone changed completely. 

"Oh honey don't be like that, see I was just having a conversation with the gentleman. Now what about you?  You want to talk to me don't you?"  He asked.  He crouched to bring himself to her eye level and had a mocking, concerned look on his face that was more asinine than anything else. 

The mutant that started the whole mess quickly slipped away.  He didn't want to be part of a lynch mob, and though he appreciated the woman for sticking up for him, he didn't want to step in for her behest.  That would put him back in the line of fire and even worse than before.  He decided it was wiser to duck while the ducking was good.  Kendra was left on her own, but she did realize that the mutant had slipped away.  Most of the crowd had disappeared as well.  The scene was suddenly not as interesting when they realized the guy was just looking for someone to mess with, and not taking a principaled stand against mutants.

They went back to New Yorkers doing what they do best, keeping their heads down and minding their own business.  Kendra felt the guy's body pushing into herse.  His hand shot down and grasped for hers and suddenly she was repulsed even more.  She felt the knot twisting in her stomach.  She looked around, but no one was interested anymore.  She turned and started to leave.  deciding that maybe stepping forward was a stupid idea.  To her surprise the man followed her. 

Her hand slipped back into her pocket and she tried to remain in brightly lit areas, but it was past midnight.  It was New York City.  There were plenty of alleys to choose from.  There was always a dark shadowy corner to be had.  Kendra's fingers started to scramble for the buttons "911"  As she turned to realize that the man was still following her. 

There was no time for 911 when it came to assholes. Xavia followed after the stalker and struck when he would have struck. The only sound that may alert all parties, was the sound of her rapid footsteps, her boots crunching on pavement in only three steps before the sound of a loud grunt of pain if she was successful at the sudden sweep of her leg against his. If she was successful, she would straddle the man's lower back, the smell of nightshade cloying and sweet in the air.

She muttered, accent particularly thick when she was angry, "You have problem wit' mutant, and women. Have bot' in same package, asshole." A thick vine curled around the man's neck, though not enough to cut off his air supply. She was essentially using it as a submission hold, trying to get his hands restrained before the ignoramus could reverse the situation.

Unfortunately, she was much smaller than the man in question and she found herself thrown to the pavement as he tried to tug the vine from his person. He tore the vine from her flesh and tossed it aside, blood splattering from her palm. But despite the pain, she wouldn't let it go down without a fight.

Griiting her teeth, Xavia had to concentrate a little this time to grow the long thorns of a hawthorn from fingertips, curling up her hand like a claw and going for the groin. As soon as he realized what she had done, he would more than likely freeze, which is what she wanted.

Kendra could tell that he had been following her, though she wasn't entirely sure what his intentions were. Sill, better to be safe than sorry. She had the second one pressed in and was about to press send when a sound behind her made her stop. She turned to see a woman struggling with him. And ...... Omg what is that? She thought. She watched as a vine from her hand wrapped around the man's throat. Kendra could do nothing but stare and she didn't know why it always stunned her when she saw a mutant she wasn't expecting.  She had that dear in the headlights look on her face for a moment as she watched the girl struggle.

The thing that snapped her out of it was when the guy ripped the vine violently from her hand.  Ouch!  That looked painful.  She thought.  She seemed as if she was stuck in molasses.  She was moving in slow motion.  She wasn't quick to react to the situation unfolding before her. Honestly though,  what was she supposed to do?  Use her super awesome scream for help attack?  Incapacitate him with a dramatic insult? 

Kendra was about to jump on the guy's back and try clawing his eyes out, when the other  girl literally grew her claws out and headed straight for the groin!  Kendra had to turn away, but the sounds of screaming echoed off the neighboring buildings.  Still, no one got involved.  They had been near some shadowy side alley when the guy tried to attack so most of this little scuffle was taking place away from view of the street.  Kendra tried to pull the girl off him before she tried to kill the guy.  She saved me.  She thought. 

It still hadn't really sunk in to Kendra's mind what was about to happen to her.  It all happened so fast.  She panicked and didn't have time to react, but this chick.  She was a freaking rockstar.  Kendra looked at her a moment and drug her away from the man clutching his balls and rolling on the ground.  Screw him. she thought.  She thought about calling an ambulance, but only for a second and decided he can tend to it himself.  "That....That' was'amazin." She said softly.  She didn't know what else to say. "Thank you."

Kendra had never seen someone with a mutation quite like this girl's before.  She assumed if this guy hadn't attacked her she likely would have never met her.  Kendra realized that the girl probably didn't know she was a mutant as well.  It wasn't like there was a sign on her head that said 'fellow mutie.'  Kendra tended to the girl grabbing her hand and making sure she was ok.  She was filled with gratitude and embarrassment, but most of all relief.  The event had ended without either of them getting seriously messed up in the process. "You ok?"  She asked looked over the girl's hand.  Kendra couldn't help but smile a little.  This chick was kind of bad ass.

She didn't feel like a rockstar... She felt like an angry mutant, but more importantly, angry woman. She ignored the blood dripping freely from her head as she willingly moved away from the man, having made her point. "I am fine," panted the alto voice. "What about you?" The plant mutant straightened her petite form up, staring down at the man in disgust. She, of all people, had her fair share of weird stalker men.

The adrenaline started to seep from her, causing her to start trembling, but she would not say anything was wrong. "Come, let's leave t'is piece of dung t't'ink about his actions. You got ride? I have Harley, can get you to safe place. You come to my place, it is not far. Will give you chance to be safe while you call for ride, don't feel like waiting around for his buddies!"

Of course, she would not just walk off on the lady yet, she would give her a chance to come to her own choice as to whether or not she wanted to go to the nearest safe house.

Kendra looked at the girl who declared she was fine.  She didn't want sympathy it seemed.  It wasn't sympathy it was concern.  Kendra just watched a tendril get ripped out of her hand and discarded like a piece of trash.  She didn't know the physiology behind being a plant lady.  She didn't now if that would regrow or if she had just let herself get permanently mutilated in defense of a stranger, but she was grateful. "Im'ok."  She finally said.  Her words bleed together in her strong accent.

Kendra was shocked by the next thing that came out of her mouth. She asked her if she wanted to come back to her place and wait for someone to come pick her up.  She had got here by walking.  She did a lot of walking.  It was second nature to her now, she didn't even think about it.  Now that she was thinking about it, she was a pretty long way away from the mansion.  She wasn't sure why, but suddenly she was climbing on the back of this girl's bike.  They went from strangers, to hey hop on in like no time at all.  Kendra could be rather impulsive though.  If anything else it would get her a ride.  She didn't mean to walk this far into the city, but she had been sort of absorbed in her own thoughts.

"Ok, yeah that sounds good. I'm Kendra by the way."  She didn't have any pity for the guy that they left behind on the street, but she did think it was probably smarter to get off the street.  She didn't want to walk back to the mansion and possibly have this guy or his friends pull up beside her when she was all alone.  Kendra's power didn't happen until she was unconscious or asleep.  She would be pretty valunerable if they had caught up to her on her walk home, so she took the girl up on her offer.  Reckless and stupid makes'a mighty find adventure!  She thought. 

What a weird night this had been already.  She had saved a mutant and literally got saved by a mutant in the course of 10 minutes.  Though, this girl probably still thanks, ima human.  Guees'n there's no harm in lett'ner thank that a little while longer.  It's not like Kendra could demonstrate her power.  Not unless she said "Hey watch this!" and promptly curled up on the stranger's couch and went to sleep.  She would be a secret mutant for awhile.  At least she could pretend to be human anyways.

The ride did not take more than twenty minutes. She led the woman from the cherry red Harley (after parking it by a more conventional mini van) into an old, Victorian house that was in beautiful condition. She used her uninjured hand to unlock the oak door into the kitchen, which was decked out with marble countertops, copper pans, and stainless steel appliances. Further in, where the main hall was, the floors shone in fully restored glory, antique grand piano right in the middle, potted plants everywhere.

There were pictures on every end table and mantle in sight, but only one set on the piano. It was of Xavia with a little black haired girl that would be the spitting image of her, had it not been for down syndrome. The little girl looked a little older than toddler age. "I am Xavia. You sit where you like, I get you water if you like. I have to rinse hand first, t'ough..."

Her sigh was heavy as she moved to tend to her wound, opening a door by the grand staircase, which was obviously a bathroom. If the other woman went to the parlor beyond the double doors, off to the left, she would be surrounded by immediate comfort... Patchwork quilts, homey furniture, a fire place... No television insight, though.

When the offer for a ride back to her place came up, Kendra jumped at the offer. The impulsive nosey restless side of her grabbing the steering wheel and changing course. She was headed straight for 'trouble'sville'  Still, as they parked the bike and headed inside, she felt grateful.  She wanted to find out more about the woman who had rescued her.  She was always a bit to nosey for her own good.  She had plenty of night left to kill and the thought of sleeping was the furthest thing from her mind. 

Kendra nodded when the girl said she wanted to go wash her hand.  Kendra moved around the room admiring the woodwork, the elegant design of the furnishings and stopped to look at the pictures that lined the place. Pictures told a story of who a person was.  This story didn't seem to have a happy ending.  Kendra picked up the picture of her with the little girl and looked at it thoughtfully for moment.  Almost certainly her daughter, but there was no daughter to be seen.  The woman didn't look old enough to have a fully grown daughter so she had to assume that something happened. 

Kendra set the picture down and moved around to the front of the piano.  She had played before.  She was quite good in fact.  Suddenly emotion sweep through her, the thought of the woman and her daughter inspired her to play something.  Moving to the bench she sat down.  It was possibly weird to just invite yourself to play a piano in someone's home, but this wasn't an average situation, she didn't think the girl would mind.  It was a lovely piano, it deserved beautiful music. 

Kendra sat down on the bench and closed her eyes.  She brought hands up and let the feelings of the room sweep through her.  In her mind it was sad.  She had already painted the picture with no that needed to be spoken.  The woman lived alone, something terrible had happened to her daughter and so she stayed secluded, she normally shied away from people, and she kept the many plants because she felt close to them because of her mutation.  Kendra's fingers found the keys she wanted and she Began to play (stop at 1:22) 

The song filled the large lonely room and Kendra swayed to the song of the music flowing from her slender graceful fingertips.  She felt moved by it, she felt overpowered by the raw emotion that she was picking up from the room.  Something about this room was haunting, yet beautiful.  Kendra's music filled the mostly empty house, her haunting lullaby echoing off the sad lonely walls.  When she finished playing she sat there smiling and staring at the picture of th woman and her daughter. 

It had been so long since she had played the piano.  She hadn't played one since she was a little girl, but she was glad that the music hadn't left her.  Piano's were wonderful for telling someone what was in a person's soul.  The sound of them speaking was enough to move even a heart of stone.

She did not know what the woman was thinking about as she just started to play the old piano... Just the way Xavia had the first time she had hidden in the house after being kidnapped. Xavia leaned against the door as she listened to the music. Her hand was wrapped in a bandage by that point, and she was flexing her fingers. She sighed and moved to the kitchen, grabbing filtered water and pouring some for her guest. She brought it to Kendra.

"You play well," she said softly after the last bit of music quieted. She had no idea that the woman was looking at the picture of her daughter as she had gone to clean the wound. "I can't wait to bring my little girl here... She will t'ink t'is piano is hers."

That was said in a wistful tone. She missed her kiddo, she missed the man who she created the kiddo with.. God, if he only knew, if he only showed up! Xavia closed up a little and moved to sit on one of the bar stoolsnearby.

Kendra's hands settled into her lap as the girl returned. She felt a light blush rush to her cheeks when she told her that she played well. She never was good at accepting compliments. Kendra was surprised however to hear that the girl's daughter was still alive, and that she was planning on bringing her home. Guess ya shouldn't jump to conclusions. She thought with an inward smirk of reflection.

Still, the meloncoly tone of the music still filled her. She couldn't shake the feeling there was some sadness here, something about the place just seemed to scream tortured soul, but she had been wrong before. Kendra didn't make arrangments right away for a ride. Instead she decided to find out more about her savior. The girl had rescued a complete stranger and even brought her home with her. There had to be a reason for that. Even a mutant who wasn't ashamed to be one, still was careful around prospective humans. As far as she knows I'm just'a nother human. Kendra thought quietly. 

She could offer up the fact that she too was a mutant, but she had no way to demonstrate her powers.  If you could even call them that.  She was just an astral projector who could turn into an invisible girl when dream walking.  Big whoop!  Not like she could do anything awesome like shoot vines from her hands or grow claws.  Kendra on her free time had begun heading out into the city and stopping random crimes around New York.  A single person on their own trying to stop all the crime in New York?  It was a bit like those cartoons where someone tries to plug a dam by sticking their finger in it, only for more leaks to spring up everywhere. 

She wasn't expecting to change the world, just make a difference with the limited scope of her power.  Kendra found that when she slept she could bring things with her into her dreams, and what she brought like herself; would be invisible in this dream state.  She stalked the night with a collapsible police baton and a tranquilizer gun hanging in a gun holster under her jacket.  She was clumsy and untrained, but she had never gotten out of a fight with some scumbag in her vigilant nights; without some bumps and bruises.

"Where did'cha learn'ta fight like that?"  She said quietly.  The fight was over quickly, but she seemed to hold her own against the much larger man.  She imagined that it took time, practice and control over her abilities.  Kendra could teleport when she was asleep and she had mastered that movement.  She could teleport at will as easy as walking.  Easier in fact, she wasn't as clumsy when she teleported.  She was kind of hoping that this girl might have some helpful pointers for her when it came to taking down assailants.  Might make her nights easier. 

Kendra looked down while she waited for the girl to think of a response to her out of the blue question.  As she sat there she randomly pecked away at a few random keys on the piano.  It really was a beautiful piano.  Looking back up when she spoke Kendra smiled.  "So... You're a mutant.  Can you show me?" Kendra asked with a little hesitation.  She was curious to see the full range of the girl's abilities.  Even if she couldn't very well show hers off. 

She shrugged to the first question, replying with, "Many place. You do what you must when you live my life." She gestured toward the small picture of a blonde bombshell, clad in a slinky, red dress and posed slightly pin up style. The picture was an album cover, the artist being Layla, and it was dated at least a few years prior. It would take some time to figure out that it was Xavia, and she had not aged a day since then. Would it surprise the other to know that she was in her 30's now?

"I survive many t'ings... I learn to fight because I must. I work hard to make it here... My life never normal, even if I am not gifted. I learn a long time ago to stop hiding." She gestured toward the scrapbook of the different news articles involving her... Everything from the massacre in her teenage years, to all of the kidnappings, her work with greenhouses, and so much more. It would be easy to figure out that she was in the spotlight constantly. But that is what happens, not only when one was an heiress and a victim of multiple kidnappings.

She unwrapped the wounded hand, and moved toward one of the potted plants... She touched what looked to be a closed iris, and ran her fingers over the bud. The purple flower opened to her touch as she coaxed it to. "I find out a long time ago t'at I am plant and can manipulate plants. I grow plant from my hand whenever I wish. Only plants I know, t'ough. My powers were forced awake by a man who kidnap me to do experiments. I used to hate mutant, then I found out I am mutant. People died because of my powers. I do not show you because I flaunt, I show you why it is stupid to hate the power and only because you defend another like me."

She turned to look at the woman, seeming tired by that point.

Listening to her story and looking over the clippings, articles and pictures, Kendra realized why she felt the sadness. This woman has lead a long and sorrowful life, yet she had things to be hopeful about. Her daughter for example. Kendra quietly sat and thought about anyone at all she cared about that deeply. Some human connection that tied her to another, she didn't really have any. She had a girlfriend, but that was still new. A relationships still blossoming, like the bud of the flower this woman opened up with her mere touch. She had to say she was impressed.

Kendra nodded when she said that she wasn't trying to flaunt her power. The only reason she even helped her at all was because Kendra had stood up for a mutant. She didn't realize that Kendra was a mutant herself. Until Kendra blurted it out unceremoniously.  "Ima mutany ma'self." She said.  Silence followed that admission.  She didn't really elaborate on it any further.  Instead she picked up  a picture an looked at it for a moment.  Setting it back down her eyes settled back on the mysterious plant woman.

Kendra hadn't really thought to much about what life could be like for her.  She was a mutant yes, but she hadn't tried to settle down, make a family.  Mostly those sort of goals seemed just beyond her reach.  Her relationships tended to be shallow, superficial.  Just the imitation of intimacy and nothing more.  She was lustful and passionate, impulsive and easily swept up in romantic notions, but that wasn't love.  That wasn't something that could anchor you in the storm of hatred that mutants faced on a daily basis.  This woman had herself figured out.  She wasn't hiding, She had moved past that.  Kendra rubbed at her arm nervously as the silence hung in the air a bit longer. 

She was still a closet mutant.  She didn't flaunt her mutation either, not really.  She didn't announce to the world that she was a mutant, she simply went out in the cover of night as an invisible girl and tried to put a dent in the decay of humanity.  That wasn't so bad was it?  Hiding who you were during the day when in public and at night trying to use your gifts to better the world?  She should be as brave as this woman.

Kendra offered the girl a small unconvincing nervous smile.  Reaching up she tucked a few strands of fiery red hair behind her ear, and set her hands back in her lap.  She was nervous now.  She wondered quietly what the other woman would think knowing that she too was a mutant.  Only she was more of the helpless verity.  She couldn't use her powers unless she was asleep and that was when she felt the most vulnerable.  She was always the type of person to blend in and fade away into the background.  People didn't notice people like Kendra.  When she was asleep and dream walking she literally became invisible.  She could empathizes with the feeling of loneliness. It was how she felt a lot of the time, even when she was with someone.

"Now I understand." She took a breath and regarded Kendra with a look of kindness... There was no shock, no judgement coming from Xavia at the blurted out confession. "Do you have safe place to stay?" There was concern in her voice as she asked the question. "T'is house is safe place if you need, I open to young ladies who go t'rough t'ings like me. Or I can take you to t'e mansion, I commute to work t'ere. Would be no problem."

She waited quietly for the woman to reply, moving to seat herself again as she rewrapped her hand. After that is done, and a significant amount of time had passed, she continued talking, "I have a few open rooms upstairs. I like to make sure to prepare in case people come and need my help."

Xavia knew just how hard it was to be on one's own in such a time when one was trying to deal with so many different things. She knew what it was like to be kicked when she was down... But she had plenty of reasons to keep fighting to live... The biggest reason was staring out frtom the picture that had sparked such interest in the other.

Kendra smiled again when she said she understood now. Ok, she knows I'm a mutant. At least that elephant is out of the room. She thought. Then something else caught her ear. She said she worked at the mansion? "I.... Thank you. I'm actually staying out at the X-Mansion. I have'a room there." She said. She watched as the woman rebandaged her hand. It was like the second or third time she had fiddled with it. Kendra wondered if it was uncomfortable or something.

Lightly shrugging it off She pulled out he phone and looked to see it was about a little past 1:30 now. It was getting late. Emily might be wondering where she was. Kendra's girlfriend lived in the X-mansion. It made staying out all hours of the night a little harder to do, it wasn't normally a problem when she was asleep.  "Ima Dream Walker."  She said, she didn't elaborte.  She didn't have to, her power was pretty complacated to explain, but the mere mention of her being a mutant hadn't sparked much curiosity from the woman, she doubted the phrase dream walker would be a conversation starter.  When Kendra went to sleep at night, her body made an invisible copy of itself. Her conscious thought was transferred over to his copy. She' would wander the world as a ghostly presence. She was physically there, but not at the same time.  She was a 'dream walker'  She always considered herself to be a dream in this form.  An extension of her psyche forged out of some kind of psychic energy. She wasn't sure how it worked, but when she slept she had powers.

She could teleport around by merely thinking where she wanted to be, and she could only be seen in reflections. It'd be perfect for stealth if she wasn't so darn clumsy.  Kendra looked up and absentmindedly tugged at the buckle hanging from her leather jacket.  "Are you a guidance consiler there or somethang?" She had met a few there, Ghost, and Gemma the adapted human.  There was Leon the lion boy and of course her girlfriend Emily, the empath.  She never emembered seeing this woman however.  She would have remembered such an encounter.  But then again, she didn't know many people there she had only been there a short time.

"I wouldn't mind training wit'cha.  I would like to learn how'ta fight."  She said abruptly.  She wasn't shya bout asking for what she wanted where there was something she needed.  She needed to learn how to defend herself, especially being a mutant.  The X-Mansion was a great place to learn, though she didn't know how adult went about training and learning to craft their powers there.  All the classes seemed to be for the  younger kids.