It was definitely strange being the only resident telepath at Xavier's. It left Emma with a sense of self worth - or rather more self worth that usual. Being the only telepath in the school that could even work the Cerebro, she's become a pivotal staple for the X-Men. She sensed Scott long before he was aware of her presence. It was a familiar mind, one that she enjoyed violating before he died.
What left her fascinated was that he seemed to be pulling the same kind of stunt his fiancee had a habit of pulling. Dying, and then returning back to life. As she visualized Scott walking towards her office, Emma idly tapped a fountain pen against a pad of paper. Her mind wasn't on the papers that needed grading anymore but rather attempting to traverse through the labyrinth of Scott's mind without him sensing her presence.
The sound of the firm knock on the door had her quickly retreating her telepathic probe and forcing up a wall. Sure, it was rude to just probe someone's mind, but Emma liked to stay ahead of the curve. She wanted to know what sort of person was coming into her office, ask for her assistance. "Come in." She called out from behind her desk. He didn't actually expect her to answer the door, did he? In Jimmy Choo white heels nonetheless? Emma made note of the need to hire a butler, if she was going to have to answer doors like this.
"I've been expecting you, Mister Summers." A broad smirk that was difficult to read curled on her lips. Exactly what were her intentions? Capping the pen, she placed it on the desk as her other motioned for him to take to a seat. Formalities. If she could by-pass formalities, she would be happier than a clam at high tide. Yet, her proper high-society upbringing left her with that sort of formal greeting as a default.