god i'm so rusty. apologies for terribleness.
[ why does he get stuck babysitting the children while you're romping around a resort-like prison with professor x? ]
Because I am, and you should be too. Really Helen, of all the things you could get yourself into — that? How very unlike you, yet like you all at the same time.
The you that was blonde, of course. This dye job? Not so much.