The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
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Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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This was a weird situation to be in. The hostility Noel was sensing went down a notch, but only just. And she still didn't quite understand how Nat's power worked so she couldn't plan. And Nat didn't seem like she wanted to, or could, plan. Not when she, herself, was going. She seemed more of a sit in the shadows and do shadowy things kind of person. Not someone used to going out and getting things done like Noel was. Which put things right back to weird.
If she was anyone else, Noel would have told her to stay home.
"Alright then. We take a woman. Or two women. Maybe you can change the pictures on their ID cards? That's less of a change so less strain for you?" Some things they couldn't know until they caught someone, like if the people all knew one another or not. If they all knew each other, then they would have to do it the hard-for-Natalie way.
"Do you shoot?" She wasn't going to bother asking if she knew any self-defense. Not in those heels.
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Was there anything he could do? Noel zeroed in on his hand over hers and realized that always sounded nice and all, but it wasn’t practical. She gave Dammit a good scritch and tried not to spill all of every insecurity she had about this whole thing.
Except. Wasn't that was being in a relationship was about?
"The thing with Nolan and the fact-finding mission with Natalie, these are the biggest potential upsets to my memory since I've been here. I mean, it's nice to be useful and get to do something, but it's not just one chance to come back broken. It's two. Almost back to back. So it's almost a guarantee that I'll mess up somewhere and I don't yet know where or why.”
That made it sound self-defeating. She wasn’t about to not fight for her memory.
"Be there when I give Nolan a once-over? I figured you might since I left him in your backyard. If you’re there before I rest and reset, that gives me a much higher chance for recovery.”
And that made it sound like an illness. Ugh. She hadn’t said “data recovery” because she hadn’t wanted to sound like a robot. Now she just sounded like an invalid. Noel pulled her hand back, but only so she could get up and scoot Michael and his chair back enough for her to climb into his personal space. For a long time, she’d convinced herself that touching people wasn’t important. Now she found it so much easier than words.
"Just let me borrow this for a minute.” She buried her face in his shoulder and it smelled like him and steak and dryer sheets. This moment, she tried to etch into her mind. She was vulnerable, but okay. Someone else had her back.
It was always nice to see Lenna fitting in a thriving. Once upon a time, he'd made a bargain with the woman just to give this life a chance. Now she was more than carrying her own weight. She was carrying the weight of one of their agents' dopples. Nolan wasn't familiar by name, but he'd seen her around. Maybe if he hadn't been trying so hard with the new recruits, he'd have a few scraps of personal detail to help him, but since he really, really wanted that power boosting mutant to work out, he'd been giving it his A-game.
By the look of it, this wasn't going to be your average, everyday mental teardown and reprogramming. They were in uncharted territory with these doppelgangers.
"Lenna." His smile was genuine as he dismissed the telekinetic. Some people, he just couldn't forget.
"Alright. So what do we have here?" He rubbed his hands together with glee and helped to sit the dopple up so that Nolan and the agent could inspect her together. Nolan found himself looking back and forth between the two ladies to compare and contrast. What about the clothes? The choice and fit and cleanliness? Gunk under the nails? Shoes, did they both wear them down the same? Same size?
"You want me to read her memories? That could get mighty personal for you." He didn't want a crying lady in his interrogation room. They didn't keep tissues or any other amenities in there, for good reason.
She stabbed— no, actually the stabbing didn't happen. Noel was off balance after that, partly because the scraping sound gave her the heebie-jeebies. Partly, because the man she had just tried to stab had called Hades 'boss.'
Boss?
The breath was driven out of her lungs when he dipped and scooped her up. She'd hardly recovered enough from her failed stabbing to grab her bag of goodies. Instead, quite suddenly she was scooped up. And moving. The jostling did her woozy brain no favors. The world had been unsteady already. Now her pickled brain was trying to make sense of extra movement that she hadn't signed up for. Noel pushed ineffectively against the shoulder she'd been thrown over, at least comforted by the fact that she was not the only one being treated like a sack of flour.
> "O'keer, Down!"
Pushing up to try to regain some sense of control had been a mistake. Noel whiplashed back down against the bodyguard's shoulder when he dropped.
She was never drinking again. Maybe last time she and Hades had whipped and deflected their way out of trouble, but it seemed that neither of them could stay out of trouble altogether. Putting them together just about guaranteed something was going to die in a fire. So she should have guessed that drinking with Hades was beyond bad, as far as ideas went. She should have guessed it, but she didn't.
And there went the wall.
"Put me down." She squirmed with sudden urgency and a few punctuating coughs. Did she have her bag? Yes. It surprised her by still being in her hand. Apparently she'd bothered the bodyguard enough that he did allow her to retake her feet. It took Noel longer than was pretty to get her balance. Slamming her hand on the side of a black SUV with tinted windows helped. Noel watched Hades get desposited most gently inside and considered that now was a moment when she could leave.
She would be vulnerable. She'd have to call someone to pick her up and they would see her and her failed slew of experiments. Decision-making turned out to be a rather difficult affair while the world kept trying to slip out from beneath her feet.
The big guy, O'Kee-something, turned to her and she held up her hand and shook her head. She would get in the car herself, dangit. She was drunk, not a baby.
Noel slid into the vehicle and realized that she'd forgotten that she'd been meaning to leave. The fact that the big guy had tried to shuffle her in had made her want to do it herself. And now here she was, instead of going home.
> "Whisky?"
"Ugh. No." Noel let her head fall back against the seat and from there she melted down by increments. "Maybe once I determine if I can taste again. Mouth's still burning." At least it wasn't burning as urgently, but she could feel it all the way down her throat.
> "You are the only person alive who knows my Chinese name...."
She said it out loud they way she'd heard his wife say it. Tonal inflections were important in Chinese, right?
"Is it a secret?"
He asked if she knew his English name and that had Noel thinking. No. Probably not... It hadn't come up and she hadn't been looking for that when she went snooping on him. Somehow names just weren't that important.
"Are you telling me things that are going to get me killed?" She still needed to put out the smolder in her throat, so maybe whiskey was in order. Assuming she could taste. Which she still needed to test...
"Hades or Grim or whoever you go by isn't really what's important. What's important is that I trust you. That's in my brain because I've been in yours." Did that make sense? She hoped that made sense. She didn't notice the vehicle had slowed until O'kee-man was coming around to open her door. The building loomed tall and stately and... well, it was really, really big.
"You bought a hotel?" Had he said that? He said that. It was just difficult to be thinking things through.
He flinched in anticipation of a blow that never landed. Instead, she touched his face gently, just enough to turn his chin up.
“The point is to learn and grow.” From the foundation of her past? Or to grow into a new person?
Was it weird to kiss yourself?
She pressed her lips against his with one fingernail dug into the soft and vulnerable spot between the bone of his jaw to keep him there. He squirmed, but with his hands and feet tied down, he didn’t have much choice.
Would it ever not be weird to kiss someone?
Bypassing the SUPER knowledge for now, Noel opted to look for his history. Her history.
Eugh! They’re weeeeet! GROOOOOSSSSS. Pick up your disgusting socks! The girl, an imperious teen with a pink scrunchie plucked the offending cheap-o tube socks and threw them as hard as she could back at him. A sister. He had a sister! But the memory was slipping through Noel’s fingers as fast as she could view it. It was getting jumbled. It wasn’t a sister, it was Hades’ wife. They were sparring for real. They were hitting each other with pillows and dirty socks.
Noel needed to mass download and be done, sever their tie, get as far away as possible.
She scrambled to get what she was tasked with finding: information on SUPER, but the siren call was strong for her own past.
I’ll love you forever. I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be. Her eyes were brown like the gills of mushrooms and her hair was dark and curling. Just next to her face was his. A strong jaw and the barest dusting of a goatee. His hair was lighter, but they were both so young. Mommy and daddy love you very much, Angel.
She broke the tie and sat where there was no chair, falling the scant foot and a half to the floor and even that was not far enough so she crab walked it back a bit.
His nose was bleeding.
Her nose was bleeding.
She imagined her face was a pretty good mirror of what she was seeing on his.
> ”Truce?”
”Y-yeah.”
Of course the truce couldn't last for too long. Noel grabbed her notes and made a break for the door before she could change her mind. She had to write things down. Now. Everything he had before that she had now. She slammed the door behind her and didn't bother to get comfortable. Noel slapped the pad of paper down on the floor and started writing. She wrote until the pad was full and then asked for another. Names, titles, positions, typical greetings, building locations, Nolan's job and interactions. It wasn't organized. It was just a big brain dump. Anything and everything SUPER.
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They’d gone over the basics. He was Nolan Gage. He was a trainer. He used his abilities to put experience in young cadets’ heads. She’d seemed interested in that, but declined a sampling. He had been less than truthful about how and why he joined. And cagey about how SUPER came to be. Truth be told, he didn’t really know. He hadn’t been with SUPER for as long as some of the others. He was also starting to believe that she could tell truth from lies like she’d said. When he slipped on it, there was a cringing around her eyes...
”Tell me your name.”
> ”I did. Nolan Ga—”
”Your real name.”
He hesitated, thrown off only for a beat.
> ”You’re that messed up aren’t you?”
Her eyebrow twitch was lovely. She was easy to irritate and he was eager to retaliate. Some of that was him, voicing his fears. Most was a guess that she was like him and he peppered in the details from the fleeting memories he’d nabbed to make it that much more personal.
> “Your memory is a big dump. One second it's karate action. The next, it's some prep school brat getting lectures in Latin. You've picked up so much weird and useless crap, you don’t know who you are any more, do you?”
He saw her jaw working as she swallowed down whatever she’d wanted to say. There was so much he didn’t know, but that? That was his greatest fear. He did not want to grow up to be her. It had to chaffe to get called out like that. So he pressed his advantage.
> ”So what? You’re walking around pretending you know people? Pretending you care?”
”Shut up.”
Except he couldn’t. He had nothing left to lose and these were questions that he too wanted the answers for.
>”They’ll lose interest in you. You’ll grow old and useless. You can fool them, but you can’t fool me. You’re a husk of a person. You’re the skin that the real Noel left behind. Unwanted. Unuseful. Unable to fend for yourself. What’s the point, Noel?”
“The point? ” She stood and the taller she get, the further Nolan’s stomach sank. Maybe he’d gone one accusation too far because there was murder in her eyes.
What had his dopple been up to? Now when she came close he'd be digging a bit deeper. He would be prepared. But then… so would she.
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> ”So where did we go different?”
”We’ll both find out before too long when I take your memories.” Whether it was a mistake to let him know she was planning on touching him, Noel couldn’t tell. She wanted him mentally prepared to guard himself. Maybe if he tried to keep her out, he wouldn’t be taking her memories in and she could take his. Or maybe that would really, actually keep her out?
> ”We look similar from what I can see. Do we have the same sibs? Parents? Same tattoos?” He scanned over her and didn’t see any. Huh.
Since Noel didn’t know, she simply met his gaze. He laughed, breathy with frustration.
> ”Right. I’ll find out eventually, I guess. What do they call you?” Since he’d be accessing her mind, Nolan seemed to be laying off on the mental clutter. There was no point in putting things in her mind. She had notes and she was prepared. He would just get back what he already had if he forced it on her. That wasn’t what he wanted.
”Noel.”
> ”Gage?”
”Guess that’s the same.” She made a note, mostly just to do something other than look him in the eyes. She wasn’t entirely sure how his powerset worked either. He seemed more than happy to talk. Somehow the interview portion had already gotten away from her.
> ”My tracker’s gone or shielded since I’ve been in the same place for so long.” He noted and then realized what that meant, exactly, for his chance of a rescue.
> “I'm on the other side, aren't I?” The other side. It may as well have been Canada. He didn’t feel any different, but he’d already guessed they had a healer work on him. Had they found his tracker? They had to have. Otherwise this place would have had a SpecOps team, right? Except, maybe not. Because Canada.
> ”And my head’s fine despite your Muse’s outburst. So what is it? What do you want bad enough to clean me up and let me talk?”
”I need to know about SUPER and your history. Probably the same stuff you’re interested in: parents, job, skills. Compare, contrast.”
> ”And… you want me to tell you?” He tried to lean forward in his chair. Could it be that she didn’t know what he could do?
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He jerked out of a doze at the sound of the door.
There was nothing in this room. Nothing to do. Only so much to look at. No way to get his arms to stop with the pins and needles. He wasn’t sure if they were keeping him bored for torture or just because it took time to organize a proper interrogation. It was both a relief and a stress to have something to do, now. His brain kicked into overdrive.
What did they want from him? Where was he? Who would they send? Why was he trussed up while his mouth, the most dangerous aspect of himself, was left unchecked?
> ”I gotta pee.” He blurted out more than the recommended dose of friendship memories in his voice. If they wanted him to talk, he was more than willing to oblige.
His dopple was the one on her way through the door. She hesitated, probably because of the mental sucker punch, and called his bluff. ”Then pee.”
Interesting. She didn’t broadcast any memories back. And, now that she wasn’t in a ninja get up, the agent was getting his first real look at her.
She moved with confidence, this was a space where she was comfortable. She didn’t have a single scar that he could see. She was toned, controlled, and had a twist to her mouth like she’d just tasted something nasty.
Weirdest of all, her eyes. They were like his with dark lashes that showed stark against her tan. When he first saw her and those eyes, he had a feeling he’d met someone he already knew. When she’d pulled him into a kiss, he’d dug into her mind and seen… him. But not. She was a mental Frankenstein’s monster.
> ”Your powers aren’t the same are they?”
Noel moved a chair to face him and slapped a legal pad full of notes down on the table. She didn’t know everything, but she knew enough to answer truthfully.
Noel jumped at Ranger as he and Charles, AKA Lumberjack, showed up on time. She hadn’t heard them approaching and that was bad. Charles wasn’t easy to miss.
”Yeah, I guess so.” Noel admitted with a chuckle because if it wasn’t funny, it was just plain sad. Her notes were filled in. Extraneous brain information emptied. She’d gotten sleep, she’d warned Ranger, she’d warned Tempest, she’d gotten all the intel she could from Sveta. Now that back up was here, there was nothing left but to go in and face herself.
> “There’s other ways to do this.” She could almost feel Charles’ rumbly baritone. Big man. Big voice.
”Not for me.” Noel moved aside so that Charles could see the crappy black and white cctv set up outside the interrogation room. Nolan sat with his head drooping forward. His hands and legs both secured to the chair. He’d gotten a little TLC from Jude just to make sure his concussion wouldn’t lose them any information.
”He’s got what I need, but if I take too long I can lose everything. The longer I touch him, the more he gets from me. The more he gets from me, the less I get from him.”
“So why am I here?”
A wan smile pulled her lips tight. It was time. She didn’t have a good reason to put it off any longer. Noel grabbed her notepad and ripped off a page of questions for Charles to ask her when she got out.
”In case he does anything untoward. I don’t want Ranger in the same room as him. And after all this is done, I need someone to make sure that I don’t end up thinking more like him than I think like me. Somebody with a little less bias.” She didn’t want to hurt Michael if she wasn’t quite herself. She put a hand on Ranger’s forearm as she passed, a last lingering touch. ”Thanks, Charles. I know we don’t know each other all that well, but I trust Ranger and he trusts you.”
“You know there’s other ways, right?”
”Not for me.” And she wasn’t sure which “me” that applied to most.
That was... Noel didn't actually know how to feel about that, really. "Thanks. You haven't kicked me out yet so, I guess I can believe that a bit." She smiled without really thinking it through. It was a smile thing. Plus, she'd already told Sveta she considered her a friend during their debrief. So they were bros. But ladies. Bras?
> "And I'm sure your boyfriend doesn't hate you either. I feel like that's important to note. Because let's face it... neither of us is easy to date."
"Hah. Eeeeexactly. Ranger's pretty much a saint and I don't understand it, but I'm afraid if I poke too many holes in this it's gonna fall apart." And the truth was... she liked him. That was pretty scary.
"Right." That was a little too close to feelings for today. Noel pushed herself to standing and Dammit went from near asleep to couldn't-get-down-fast-enough. "Do you want to come with me?" She'd been asking the dog and then realized that was probably rude to ignore the human. "Either of you? I want to be there when those waffles walk in."
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Noel's abnormal life was so normal to her that she sometimes forgot throwing out things like 'I apprenticed to an ancient Greek unicorn' might throw some people off.
"For a year? Maybe more, I trained with a guy who's been using swords since ancient times. I don't know if mutants that are long lived seek me out on purpose for my power, or if there are just a bunch of immortals running around New York, but this guy was one of them. Too bad that's a skill that's not entirely useful these days." Her assassination skills were more useful since they spanned from kung fu to guns. That one had been almost sort-of an accident, but she'd taken the skills up really easily. Almost like she'd had some of that training before.
"Skills have to be maintained, like language, I guess. So... maybe I should go pick some fights on behalf of some underprivileged kids or something... or CLASS. CLASS might be legal-er."
> "...Haven's something different. Devon's a little crazy, but definitely different..."
Noel's phone buzzed against her leg and Dammit's ears swiveled in response. A quick check confirmed their food was out for delivery and they expected to be there soon. Thank goodness for delivery.
"Yeah, I don't get him sometimes and we can misunderstand and miscommunicate on spectacular levels, but I respect the hell out of him and I think it's mutual. Under all the theatrics, I think Tempest's heart in the right place. That's what really matters. Besides, people don't flock to people like me or you. We're too... much trouble?" How else could she say that? "I don't have that weird personal magnetism. I don't like getting attached to things. It makes it weird when I forget or when the rug gets pulled out from under me."
> "...I mean, if you are like me, trouble keeps finding you anyway..."
Wasn't that the truth.
"I guess I can relate to that. I made myself a promise that I'd never be helpless again so then I guess I went and got memories that would help after that. Swordmaster, assassin, and... a... dance-obsessed school kid?" Pepper in a few leftover memories from other people's childhoods and that was the working memory set Noel was operating on from day to day. It was less than ideal considering the fact that she never knew how much of her own memories she still had, if any. Recent memories, like going to get Sveta from the other universe, were pretty firmly in there considering the emotional component that sometimes made things stick. Before that...? CIA. That seemed to be her last big reset. Refusing the job and recycling the minds of people who wanted her to say yes.
> "I took care of the small things my way."
"Having control over something, no matter how small, make it worth it. I guess you're a better person than I am. You tried to make people's lives a little less scary. I'm just in it for myself." And she had no qualms admitting that. She wanted to protect herself. So she did. She didn't always remember there were others. "I mean, I guess lately that's extended to the people I know here at Haven. It's nice having a place to come back to and people who don't mince words all the time."
Would that dog come over already? Noel tried one last pat and call but eventually gave up and just added her belly scratches to Sveta's. This dog was going to end up as her boss one day, Noel was 110% sure.
Oh it's been a teenage girl? That sorta put a different spin on the situation. A much weirder one.
> "It's a personal preference."
"Fair enough. I don't think I've defined who I will and will not punch. I'll have to check my notes." Maybe no grandmas? Ah, but then there was that time Michael had to go punch that shapeshifter who'd tried to use a granny face as a way to not get punched.... hmm. Well, since her notes were purposefully in accessible from the web and she couldn't get to them? "Until then, everyone is fair game for punching."
> "...I do not want to turn into a jaded lonely vigilante, I kinda make an effort."
"Is that our only option? We're mutants so we don't turn into spinsters, we turn into jaded lonely vigilantes?" Had Noel ever played vigilante? Right now her guess was no. "I don't think I've ever done the vigilante thing. Contracted security and government work, yeah, but I don't think I've ever just... gone out looking for trouble. Isn't that what that is? Pick a neighborhood and that's your patrol?"
Noel tried to entice Dammit over, but she seemed pretty content to sprawl across Sveta's lap.
> “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?
The pet only encouraged the pup. She wormed her way more and more onto Sveta's lap. By the time Noel was done placing the order, she didn't have to worry about room enough for the three of them on the couch. Dammit had no shame. Only cuddles.
"You only punch SUPER agents now?" Noel flopped down. She, at least, had been explicitly invited. And there were waffles on the horizon. So things were actually looking up. Noel rolled her head over to look at Sveta and the traitor puppy. Dammit's whole butt waggled with happiness. The tail wasn't enough.
"Thanks for taking us in." The 'I am a complete mess' was hopefully implied by her tone. "I shouldn't rely on one person like Michael so much. He's just so damn reliable."
