How interesting, the way different people viewed situations. Forge was a mechanical genius, among other things, and his first response to the problem had been technological. Perhaps, for all of her adaptation, Mystique was still a creature of the 19th century. Still ...
"I'm not surprised," she said, mild sympathy appearing in her tone. "They don't come off."
Reaching down to one of her desk drawers, Mystique pulled out a slim manila folder, set it in front of her on the desk. "I've been looking at one for over a month now," she continued, not opening the folder. "Not very many things can defy me for that long. Whatever's at work here, it goes beyond ink."