Re: Mystique, Wolverine, etc.
"John's here," she said. Where John was, Rogue tended to be, if only to keep an eye on him. Mystique stumbled toward him, taking the affected limp of a person with a broken ankle and leaning on the edge of the wall to keep herself steady. "This is all so stupid." In the light, she looked even worse; Mystique had obviously put some effort into this, getting blood all over. Real blood, though it probably wasn't hers at all. Still, when illusions were the essence of her power? Damn right she took pride in a good imitation.