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Evelyn could sense the rise in temper in Gemma, which was saying something. It was not every day that Gemma actually got angry. Evelyn blinked slowly, then considered the question. Actually, she hadn't been given a final head count, so she only sort of knew the 'who'.

"Well, Rime is on the jet for sure... As for who else? I did not ask. I was only in charge of guinea pigs. I call this one Nibbles!" She held up a particularly runty looking pig and wished she had more of the natural ability to look cute that some of the kids did. Her white hair and pale eyes made her look more like a horror movie casting, and that also failed to divert suspicion in circumstances like this.

Kevlar. Fire. Evelyn was processing all the information, but her resistance was fading. If she was going to get to experiment, Evelyn secretly would not turn this down. She just needed to make sure apprehensions were stated, on the record. If you stabbed the only person who let you into the Danger Room, that sort of limited the fun you could have in the future.

"So, are we figuring this out here? Are we going to need the chem lab again? What's the plan? Or, am I the plan? Because the echoes only know a bit about your powers, and the whole 'making fabric magically not fabric' bit hasn't quite been studied enough." Evelyn tried not to look excited at the possibilities. Calm, remain calm.

She had a backpack nearby with notebooks and her phone. She would take that if they went to the chem lab. If they stayed here she had a few things most seven-year-olds shouldn't have in their room. She leaned over one side and scooped up a taser and held it to Amelia. "For tasering? If you decide we need it?"

Evelyn couldn't resist giving Gemma a look when it was mentioned to keep track of who brought in what. She was outside the bubble of powers so the echoes were actively counting all the guinea pigs coming in. "The echoes will know who won, so long as you don't break them again," the young girl accused. She was in trouble, but she was a smart mouth still. She locked cages as checked everyone was fine before the lingering threat of the adult behind her demanded attention.

"I'm not sure I can give you the clearance though..." she stalled. Suddenly, a older student ran into the door way, and spotted Gemma.

"Someone stole the jet! We were outside, and then we saw it take off, and then I heard one of the other xmen yelling about it!"

Evelyn did her best to look innocent again. Sam better bring her something good from Hawaii.

Evelyn watched as children ran past them, carrying what guinea pigs they could safely manage. Evelyn scratched her own little pet behind the ear, humming to herself a little as she did. She sort of wished she could keep the little animal. She was told she once had a pet foxsquirrel, but that had vanished sometime after she left the mansion. And de-aged. A lot of things went missing when you lost several decades of your life and the memories along with them.

"I am afraid I can't tell you why I let the guinea pigs loose. That's top secret. You don't have proper security clearance for that information," she responded.

In Evelyn's mind, there was a hierarchy of authority. Sam was at the top, followed by Jude, Ami, and Gemma was somewhere below them. Mirror was down at the bottom, for personal reasons. Being a fun killer was certainly at the top of those. Gemma was a fun killer, but being an adapted made it much harder for Evelyn to outright disobey her. Evelyn was doing enough by helping recollect the rodents. But she had to make sure the stalling had done what needed, and she hadn't heard panicked reports of a missing jet yet. So, she continued with the pigs.

Inside the danger room Evelyn walked to one of the control panels and started pushing buttons before Gemma could stop her. The results was a collection of cages reappeared, stashed there...well, wherever things seemed to magically go in this room. In the process of making plans to get the jet away, there had been a bit of code clearing to get the room to hide the cages. Evelyn didn't say a word, and put her little piglets into a cage where they happily found their bowl of food to munch on.

Evelyn blinked in surprise when Sam laughed. While she could read his body language and know it was genuine, she hadn't thought the offer was that weird. She thought he would have felt it was normal to ask to color since she was a kid. Was she that bad at being a kid? She blinked, trying to read deeper into it, and failing. "I...didn't think that far. I usually just draw like bank blueprints and architecture and whatever the echoes feel like. It's....Hard sometimes, to draw. The echoes want things to be perfect, and nothing is ever perfect." It was difficult having a computer like brain calling all the shots.

"It's supposed to be fun. When....When you were you, but younger, you said having fun was important. I'm not very good at it. I mostly just went to school. And lessons. Well, then I made explosives but Mirror doesn't like that. She said I can only blow things up with adult supervision."

Evelyn led him toward the living room, and found where the color books were the other kids used. They were the usual princesses and animals kids seemed to enjoy. She looked at one dubiously and then picked up a crayon. "I don't know how accurate you can be with these though. When we were on missions I used pencils...." She wondered if she should get her color pencils out instead....

Evelyn pokes the snowball a couple times and the echoes pointed out Sam’s emotions. Concern for her, anger for what happened.

”Well I snuck out of the mansion and bribed a taxi to give me a ride so I could get my birth certificate and stuff from my parents. And then I got p-punished because I used my parents credit card to buy art supplies and backpacks and guinea pigs....” she sniffed once, swiping at her eyes. The tears betrayed her. She wanted to be tough about this but perfect memory was amplifying the fear.

Without wanting to she felt her lip trembling again and she gulped, ”I don’t understand why they hated me.... I didn’t ask to be a m-mutant. I didn’t ask to be a freak, they just always blamed me for not being normal!” she tried to be comforted by the contact but she felt empty. She felt worse than an orphan because she still had two parents that she could never be rid of.

Sam mentioned training and Evelyn looked down, ”I like training, but, maybe we can play too? I don’t think I want to be an adult today....”

Evelyn focused on what Sam was saying, while being somewhat comforted by this older version of her teacher. Somehow the eye patch and the age made it easier to listen. This wasn't the young reckless man who took her to New Zealand, or convinced her she needed to learn to have fun, but it was someone tougher, someone who felt like he could keep her safe. When she returned to the mansion she hadn't thought of it as home, at most just a place to hide. She momentarily wished she had different parents, a different place to be, and someone a bit more like Sam to watch out for her.

"I didn't think you had somewhere else to be, just, maybe someone more important to be with. You had other students before you became young, you said. We won't get to do cool missions and stuff." She swiped a hand across her eye again. She nodded a little at the codename, and then paused at the mention of the jet. "We aren't allowed near the jet anymore. We stole it once, and then you stole it again for Hawaii. And Gemma hasn't forgiven you for all the guinea pigs I let loose so you could go to Hawaii," she hiccuped once trying to relay the story, poorly. She could share the memory sometime so he could at least see the guinea pigs. It had been pretty impressive. And the snowball fight. Would he want to see the snowball fight?

The cold hand on her head told her he was more careful with her powers now, and maybe that was a sign he wouldn't want to see them. She looked at her hands, and then he mentioned going to see Doc. Evelyn wanted to argue, but moving hurt, and she didn't want memories of injuries and bruises taking up more space in her head than they would already have.

"Yeah...We can see him."

Evelyn was quiet as Sam led her to the infirmary. When they entered Doc must have sensed this was an unusual visit. Evelyn didn't look at him, and Sam was there. He raised one eyebrow, and then gave him a slight nod. "Glad to see your back to yourself. Not tying up my time for your own interests..." It was clear they would have to discuss what type of medical records his younger self had been after before, and to do a checkup on the now re-aged ice mutant.

For now, he approached Evelyn. "I know I generally say I won't heal bruises, but I feel this may be a time I eat my words. Why don't you come have a talk with me." He was abnormally gentle today, and that made Evelyn back into Sam, pulling her arm away. It took some convincing for Evelyn to let him take records of the injuries first before healing them away. Reports would be needed, especially when DocProf started healing at got the memories of what had occurred. While the arm was more visible, the back had been worse, and Evelyn stayed quietly in the other room while DocProf pulled Sam aside when he was done.

"I....I'm sure you realize this brings a number of legal issues into play. She can't be back allowed near her father again. And I know you probably have a lot you're dealing with already. But this sort of trauma and her type of powers.... She looks up to you. Frankly you have been about the only adult in this mansion who could get the kid to listen."