> “It seems we all should be concerned and ensure security is heightened.”

>> "Dey are dangerous, and have a lot of resources."

Noel tried not to sink down in her chair. This wasn't her. They weren't talking about her. She didn't work for these people. Except when she kinda had...

>> "They infiltrate, and hunt, and blackmail, and dey collect psychics. Like that one."

She grimaced. That one was Nolan. Herself from across the tear in space-time. Now she understood that complex expression on Hadden's face that night after he had seen himself. Worse, himself with her.

"I used to work for them too." She admitted it miserably. "I mean, it's not the same. And now that I have a choice, I don't... Hadden, you remember when my identity was trashed before I came to Haven. Those guys are here already. It's just... a proto-form of how organized that SUPER facility was. Is. So, it's a little bit the same. They could easily grow to be that, especially if SUPERs walk across and show them the way."

She was both glad and frustrated to not know more. But if there was anything that they hadn't wanted to know, Noel's power was perfect for making those secrets like they never were and never had been. Noel was trying her best to remember something, anything while Sveta and Hadden chatted about her friend, the one that'd broken open the way between worlds. As interesting as that was, it wasn't something that could help them moving forward. Not unless he knew how to undo what he'd done.

Could they close the portal? Noel would make a note to look into that. That was their best hope at stalling or stopping SUPER. They were cancer and she was not at all about to go back to them.

"Sveta, did you go through any training or conditioning?" If she sounded tired that was because she didn't want to have to do this. But they needed to know. Was Sveta really herself? Would be be a sleeper agent? Was there something that Noel and her power could free her from?

((OOC: Sorry for the delay!))

SUPER sounded like a government agency right out of a bad movie or your nightmares. Hunting and infiltrating to collect psychics and use blackmail? It was disgusting. Tagging people and track them? It was putrid and made Tempest even angrier. He consciously let out a slow, long breath. That world was a mess; it needed help.

This friend though was obviously pressured into doing things for them. It didn’t sound like Sveta got the exact details, but a tracking mutant likely didn’t cause a rip in space and time for that matter. Devon nodded at her story and added, “I hope he’s okay.”

>> "I used to work for them too."

Devon’s head turned quickly in Noel’s direction, his dark eyes focusing upon her. He frowned at her words but gave a succinct, understanding nod. Things were already brewing here and he had to make sure they were stopped. Haven would certainly want to assure it. They needed information, their own infiltration, and then a surgical strike. It was likely the X-Men needed to know of this SUPER too.

>> "Sveta, did you go through any training or conditioning?"

Tempest sighed, “A fair question. If they do employ psychics, we might not be aware. Holes in your memory or anything?”