[So there's a naked blue chick in the computer labs, leaning on one elbow and milking the computers for all they're worth as well as the communicator she's kept on. Hacking the available resources is the way to go to get the information you want, right? So you bet your boots she's listening to (all) the broadcasts today.

Get too close and get side-eyed. If the room starts to get busy she'll shift her form to something a little easier to blend in, preferably Jean Grey. Just because Logan likes it. But for now she's just reclining and putting up her feet. First glance's free, second's going to cost you.]

[the voice that comes through is young and soft, too young for the words that are spoken or the bitter but resigned tone that accompanies them.]

Never imagined this was the kind of judgment I'd receive in the end.

[there's a scoff, though he seems too tired to put much vitriol into it.]

What a joke.

[and then a long moment of silence, as if he doesn't know just why he turned the communicator on in the first place.]

Where's the library in this place?