Though the mansion wasn't in total ruin, the parts that still needed work and had people fixing them up were closed off to the students both by way of a verbal warning and heavy duty plastic to keep out the cold. Spring was most definitely in the air and that meant as many people who could be out of the mansion were at the present moment. Warren was still around somewhere, overseeing some of the repairs. Kitty was on her way down to find Ororo and see if the older woman was aware that neither Magneto nor Lorna were in the mansion, She also wanted to inquire about the second in command position, now that it was vacant. She'd kept her mouth shut when it was offered to Sean before. Now, Kitty was going to be forward and try to convince Ro that she was qualified.
She was on the second floor stairs heading down when she heard someone calling out a "hello". It wasn't uncommon for people to just show up like that, especially in the past few months. There were so many mutants with the cure wearing off that had nowhere else to turn. Xavier's was a default choice for many, despite the recent events. Kitty figured helping whoever had shown up would only lend merit to her argument for second when she finally got to speak with Ororo. So she hurried down the stairs in time to hear a voice ask where everyone was.
"Most everyone is out," she offered, reaching the first floor landing. If the voice hadn't been familiar, the sight of the man standing in the hall now was. Kitty stopped abruptly, her hand reaching out for one of the decorative tables that held vases of flowers throughout the halls. Her knees felt weak and her free hand went to her stomach, automatically resting on the scarred skin that was hidden under clothing. How was this even possible? This had to be a dream. She touched her own face, a finger trailing down the faint scar that ran diagonally across her face from temple to jawline. It was rough under her touch, enough to make her well aware that she was awake.
"Scott?" Her voice was quiet and filled with emotion. His being there, alive, meant so much, opened up so many possibilities. She'd been seventeen when Logan and Ro came back to tell them all Scott was dead. Seven years later he looked almost exactly as she remembered him, maybe a little more worn, but still Scott. But then as quickly as shock hit, suspicion crept in. This could very well be Mystique. In fact, that was more likely than Scott being there than anything else. The cure was wearing off, no doubt she had her shifting abilities back.
Suspicion now turned to anger and her blue eyes narrowed as she stared at the familiar face. "Get out."