The sudden movement of the kitchen utensil beside her following the clearing of a throat had Paige whipping around on alert. Her hands immediately went to her own arms, ready to remove the top layer in an effort to defend herself.
Good thing too, because when Paige turned around, she found herself face to face with Magneto. Sure, he was younger than she was used to, but he was still him. And— wait.
He was younger. She didn't know much about him when he was younger, but maybe he wasn't so hellbent on destroying humanity. Or maybe this would be something that she could nip in the bud before it became "a thing".
She forced herself to lose the tension in her shoulders without leaving herself defenseless and offered the man in front of her a delayed smile.
"Actually, Ah'm pretty close to finished. But yer welcome to join me for a bite to eat. Ah'm Paige."