There were enough things that people didn't know about Mystique to fill a book.
She hoped so, anyway, worked very hard to keep it that way, because a fair portion of her edge was surprise, and the one thing she couldn't afford to be these days was dull. She kept to herself, when she didn't need to be in public, and every few days she'd vanish from the Lair for an hour or three to go jogging.
Mundane exercise, really. Simple, rhythmic, leaving the Lair and taking whatever road she ended up on, using the time to pull thoughts together, meditate or pound out frustrations more constructively than in the training rooms. She liked the wilds, the wilderness, for the contrast it provided as much as anything else. No bustle, no people, no morons with stupid questions or scientists with technology that shouldn't exist. Just trees, and scarcely visible paths, the coolness that came after the sun had set, and the occasional mugger.
There were other people, sometimes, a couple earlier and another woman, a man in the distance, but they were never near enough to disturb her. Eyes catlike in the dark, Mystique jogged in silence, and tried to figure out where exactly to go from here.