It had been a really, really long day. Clearly, packing wasn't Alexandra's favorite activity. And unfortunately she wasn't done with it yet. A sigh left her lips as she enjoyed the hot water running down her body. For her tired muscles, the warmth was bliss. She enjoyed it for another couple of seconds before forcing herself to turn it off for the sole reason that a bed was even more tempting than spending the rest of the night under the shower. Pushing the glass doors open, she patted the wall in search of a towel. She found none. Tiredly, she shook her head. How could she forget to bring a towel along? Oh well.

Stepping carefully on the slippery floor, Alexandra walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom to continue her search for a towel. The sight that greeted her was one that made her growl. The drawer where she usually kept her towels was opened. And empty. Did she really packed all of her towels. Blue eyes scanned the multitude of boxes scattered across her room. "You have to be kidding me." She muttered, nudging a box with her foot. She had absolutely no idea where she'd put the towels. Once again, she scanned the room, to search for any clue that would lead her to the missing towels but the only thing that greeted her was her reflection in the mirror.

Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.

This was going to be a long night.

Gawain was looking for an X to train with.
True, he had been an X trainee for quite a few months now; but Sam suggested him during one of their sessions that he should train with other, more experienced members of the team to gain more experience about different fighting styles, mutations, and whatnot. Gawain had the suspicion Sam was just trying to get rid of him since he didn't seem to be able to cram more DR sessions into his already busy schedule.
Unfortunately, most of the senior X members had busy schedules too.
And then he caught a glimpse of Alex.

She had been on and off for a while; they'd never really met, personally, although he had heard a few things about the girl, like that she used to go out with Sam, or that she was quite a good fighter.
A perfect sparring partner.

Wandering around in the mirrors of the Mansion, Gawain went looking for the infamous Alex to ask her out - for a training session. She rarely ever showed up when he was around, so she shouldn't be that busy, right?

Walking into her mirror, Gawain paused.
Yeah, she was definitely not busy.

....

Blink.
Reboot.

All right, so Gawain Morris was a guy in a serious relationship with a girl he loved, and also, he was sometimes a girl himself.
But right now, he was also a 17-year-old guy who'd just walked in on a... girl with no clothes on. And said girl was. HOT.
(And in need of a towel)

A low whistle escaped the mirrorwalker's lips before he realized it.

"Whoah." he muttered, unable to look away "Sam's such a loser."

A shiver ran down Alexandra's spine. Apparently, the heating in her room wasn't very efficient and the water clinging on her body wasn't very helpful either. So. Whatever she planned to do, she needed to do it faster, before catching a cold or something. Kneeling next to the nearest box, Alexandra started to rummage trough it in search of a towel.

That's when she heard it. The whistle. Eyebrows knitted into a frown, Alexandra turned toward the door - had someone managed to sneak into her room (when she was NAKED?) The door stared back at her, closed and silent. She shook her head - perhaps it was just an illusion, after all, she was tired. Still, why she was hearing whistles was beyond her understanding.

But. She was ready to dismiss it when -

"Whoah. Sam's such a loser."

She barely heard it. She had a hard time understanding the words. But she was well aware that it was a male's voice that has spoken. Blue eyes snapped back to the door. Zero. Window, maybe? Nada. Around the room? Nothing. And while she was pondering the idea of some kid with invisibility or something sneaking into her room, she scanned the room slightly frustrated. Couldn't one take a shower in this building without having unexpected company ? "Whoever you are-"

That's when she saw it. The reflection in the mirror, starring at her. And it wasn't her own. Words froze into her mouth. That, she did not expect. And she did what any other person would have done.

Gasp. Fall on her butt. Throw whatever was in her hand at the intruder. In her case, a pair of panties. A pink and white, polka-dotted pair of panties.

>>"Whoever you are-"

Oops.

Once again, Gawain spke before he thought about it; he should have known better, he wouldn't have been happy either if some guy walked in on Maya while she was naked. No, actually, scratch that, any guy who would have the guts to walk in on her and whistle and stare would have...

Panties tossed at him?!

Gawain stared in utter shock as polka dotted panties hit the mirror, and then fell to the floor. Besides the fact that he had no clue what that attach was supposed to accomplish...

"What, no lace?"

All right, so he did not expect that. He had heard Alex had a unique fighting style and that she was one of the most dangerous members of the X-team... but even from her, he did not expect an attack like that.

All right, Sir Gawain. Get a grip.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... er..."

He stepped out of the mirror; this way it was easier to let her know who he was and what exactly he was doing in the mirror. In his experience, it wa seasier to talk to people when they were not thinking they were going crazy.

Alexandra really, really wished she would have realized what she was throwing. For now, she starred in horror as her underwear slid down the mirror. And she wasn't the only one who saw it. Her cheeks suddenly turned red.

"What, no lace?"

Oh. Oh! Forget embarrassment! She felt furious. Blue eyes narrowed menacingly at the male. "How dare you?!" Items started to flow trough the rooms once again. This time, they were socks. That is, until he stepped out of the mirror. Her memory was refreshed - she was naked. And a male was just wanting to enter her room - via mirror.

Dismissing the underwear box as it didn't prove very effective, Alexandra grabbed something from another box to use as ammunition.

His excuses weren't even heard as she was too preoccupied with hitting the intruder with anything that caused pain. And so, she tossed the dangerous pointy heel shoe at whoever he was, the target being his head.

>>"How dare you?!"

All right, so his last comment was a little bit over the top. Happens to the best of us. Once.

A few other items were tossed at him; Gawain raised his arms in front of his face to protect himself, but the projectiles proved to be socks and other soft clothing items, so at least he was not hurt.
Yet.

The last thing she threw at him was something else.

The shoe hit Gawain's forehead heel first; the young knight yelped and fell back against the mirror, merging with his reflection in a hurry. That was his instinctive response to having pointy objects thrown at him... a second later he was starting to realize it was not the smartest move.
Pointy objects are known to break mirrors too, if thrown with enough force.
Alex definitely had enough strength for that.

"Hey!" he yelled, feeling blood tricking down his forehead; he raised his arms once again, both to protect his face from further shoes, and also to show her he was not looking "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, okay? Don't kill me."

Stepping out of the mirror once again, and leaving the shoe behind, he turned away from Alex, the gesture emphasising that he was not looking at her. Ever.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect to see you like that."

Now Alexandra felt slightly better. Seeing blood on those who angered her usually had this effect. And yet, he was still stepping out of the mirror.

At least he wasn't looking at her this time.

Alexandra left him alone. For now. She did need to get dressed. Hmph-ing, she pushed herself up from the floor and moved to the nearest item that could cover her. In this case, the bed sheet. She wrapped herself in it as best as she could, glancing from time to time to the intruder to make sure he wasn't looking.

Once she was done, she walked toward him, eyes still narrowed and, before asking anything, she smacked the back of his head, making sure she packed enough force in the hit to make him think twice about entering someone's room uninvited.

(And seriously now, what was with everyone walking on her in embarrassing situations? She just hoped this one wasn't taking his pants off to offer them to her.)

"Haven't you heard of knocking?!" Alexandra folded her arms, frowning. "And you should be happy I didn't throw knives at you." She would have. Unfortunately, the shoes were closer.

Gawain kept his eyes (and his face) covered, and listened for noises that could have warned him other dangerous things were going to be thrown. Fortunately enough, he only heard the rustling of bed sheets, and the sound of footsteps.
Then, he got smacked upside the head.

>>"Haven't you heard of knocking?! And you should be happy I didn't throw knives at you."

"Oh, I am very happy, believe me" he muttered, still not looking up. He could feel some blood sticking to his hands from his forehead "Those are some shoes ya wear, y'know. I don' think ya'd neen knives."

He waited a few seconds, not daring to look up.

"... um, so, are you decent now?..."

"Oh, I am very happy, believe me. Those are some shoes ya wear, y'know. I don' think ya'd neen knives.

...

"... um, so, are you decent now?..."

Alexandra 'hmph'-ed again. Perhaps he needed another smack to keep his opinions to himself. The shoes proved to be useful on many occasions. Or better yet...

"Unless you want to have those shoes stuck in some really uncomfortable places I suggest you don't comment about my shoes."

Yes. Words usually did wonders. "Turn around." She demanded. "Who are you? And what were you doing in my mirror?" Besides looking at her, that is.

>>"Unless you want to have those shoes stuck in some really uncomfortable places I suggest you don't comment about my shoes."

"Yes ma'am." Gawain nodded, carefully prodding his forehead to see if it was still bleeding. It wasn't. But it hurt like hell.
No wonder this woman used to date Sam. They both had a way of scaring people.

>>"Turn around. Who are you? And what were you doing in my mirror?"

Gawain turned, and glanced at the girl, than looked down again. Better not risk it.

"Name's Gawain. I'm, um, a trainee in the X-team. Sam told me I should... um, train with other people too, to see new fighting styles and such. I heard you were here so, I came to ask if you had time for that." he muttered "Sorry about the mirror thing. I'm really not used to knocking. I got into trouble before, so, I guess I should start practicing..." he added with a smirk.

Figures. Alexandra rolled her eyes. Somehow, Sam simply had to be connected. Perhaps Sam should have bothered to give the kid a list with the people who still were part of the X-Men. Alexandra simply sighed. Lucky kid. She just got someone better to blame.

"Yes. You should practice it." She said in a harsh tone. Now, what did the kid say about training. Alexandra pondered it for a moment. It wasn't her business anymore so she should have just dismissed Gawain without a second thought. However...

"You need to be taught discipline, apparently." And for the few days she stayed at the mansion, Alexandra decided, she would be the one teaching. She smirked at Gawain, even though he avoided looking at her again. That was good.

"As you might see, I am moving. So in a few days I won't be a part of the team anymore. Till then, you'll get what you came here for." Alexandra looked around the room, her eyes falling on the pair of panties she had used as a projectile moments ago. Silently, she moved and picked them up, hiding them from sight.

"Let's start with thinking about the consequences you will have to face for invading my privacy." Alexandra looked back at Gawain, again, smirking. "First of all, you will clean up the mess I made because of you while I'll go change." Looking around her room, she'd noticed an awfully large number of socks scattered across her room. Not her shoe though. "And get back my shoe. I really love those shoes."

That being said, Alexandra moved to the already opened doors of her dresser, picking up one of the few outfits she'd left behind and disappeared into the bathroom. Mr. Gawain would have better not disappeared too by the time she got back. Alexandra Kettler had plans for the young knight.

>>"Yes. You should practice it. You need to be taught discipline, apparently. As you might see, I am moving. So in a few days I won't be a part of the team anymore. Till then, you'll get what you came here for."

That, and much more, apparently. Gawain was glad Alex accepted the task of training him; she looked someone he could learn a lot from. About fighting, that is.
He wondered why she was leaving the team. Maybe it had something to do with Sam. Or maybe not. He had a feeling that if it was about Sam, he would be the one leaving the Mansion...

>>"Let's start with thinking about the consequences you will have to face for invading my privacy. First of all, you will clean up the mess I made because of you while I'll go change. And get back my shoe. I really love those shoes."

"Yes ma'am." he nodded; as Alexandra disappeared into the bathroom, he started picking up the sock she'd thrown at him. When he was done with that, he put them all back into the box, and looked around. What else? Oh, right. Shoe.
But, where did the shoe go?...

He remembered falling back into the mirror when she hit him with the shoe; he also remembered vaguely that the shoe went with him into the mirror. Walking over there, he looked around; the shoe should be somewhere nearby. Objects always fell out of the mirrors when he left them there.
But not now.

Gawain blink, then narrowed his eyes as she looked at the shoe. It was still in the mirror. But how? They never stayed in for that long. Never.
Walking back into the mirror, he picked up the shoe; walking out again, he stood in the room, staring at the shoe in his hand as if he'd never seen an object like that before.

Hmmmm.

Well. This will have to do. And by this, Alexandra meant her Yoga training suit. Her uniform was packed, somewhere in the boxes. The still wet hair bothered her but looking for a towel would have taken hours. Perhaps tomorrow she will look for the damn box. Now, she had some training to do. But first. Opening the cabinet placed above the sink she retrieved a clean cloth and placed it under the running water for a few moments.

When she returned to the room, the young Gawain was looking at the shoe as if he hadn't seen such thing in his life. Funny, Alexandra was under the impression that he had seen it from up close minutes ago. She smirked and moved silently behind him. "If you were a girl, I'd suggest you buy some dangerous looking shoes. Sometimes, they're better than a mutation." She wasn't kidding. But since Gawain was a male and shoes with dangerously pointy heels and spikes were out of question...

Alexandra moved from behind Gawain, glancing around the room as she did so. No socks around - he was learning fast. She extended her hand, offering the wet cloth, while looking at the wound on his forehead. Not very nice looking but he would live to tell. Or for his own sake, he wouldn't tell a soul what happened. "Here, clean yourself up."

>>"If you were a girl, I'd suggest you buy some dangerous looking shoes. Sometimes, they're better than a mutation."

"You don't say." Gawain said, the shadow of a mischievous grin appearing on his face for a split second. So, Alex didn't know about Maya. Oh, fun times. He'd have to remember that.

>>"Here, clean yourself up."

Déja vu. Why did he always end up having to wipe blood off his own face every time he walked into a new mirror?
Hmm.

"Thanks." he nodded, handing the shoe back to her, and accepting the cloth. Turning to the mirror, he started wiping his face and hands clean. "So, is that your secret martial art? Throwing shoes?" he glanced at her "Does that have anything to do with your mutation?"

Maybe it's not me. Maybe it's her.

She didn't want to but she laughed. The kid was hilarious. She stopped laughing but kept a smile on her face. "Yesss. That's why I'm known to be so dangerous. I fight with shoes. You should see what I can do with boots." She laughed again, shaking her head.

Now. Back to business. "I manipulate matter. I'm trained in Bartitsu. And Yoga does wonders for one's flexibility." Alexandra smirked. "And I'm good with improvising." She glanced at the shoe amused. "Now. Tell me about yourself."