Lorna Dane was just as overwhelmed as her sister despite not having a hand in causing the particular mess...this time. Her only difference? She controlled her stress just tad bit better; her powers were kept in check. Lorna knew that Wanda was different; her abilities were under better control than before, but under a lot of pressure, the green haired girl was worried her sister would crack, if she hadn't already. Ruling this island, like any place really, was hard in itself, but add in a bunch of random newcomers? It was more than hard; it could be deemed impossible and Lorna was definitely out to prove otherwise. So far, there hadn't been any trouble from anyone, but when did peace ever prevail for very long? Never. Her father ruled with an iron fist, but he wasn't democratic in the least, not like Wanda or Lorna. He was harsh and cruel and ruled with fear as a very sharp, painful sword. What did they have? Lorna was pretty sure they had only the sliver of trust from there people, but if they lost that? She wasn't sure of anything anymore.
Her phone buzzed to life in the back pocket of her jeans and the teenager quickly reached for it, tugging it free from the tight denim, and clicking the side button, bringing it to life instantly. She had one new message and with a few well-placed fingers, she revealed the contents. It was from Wanda, but Lorna didn't think it could be from anyone else. The daughter of Magnus, was, for the most part, a loner. She didn't have many friends here despite living on the island for a long, long time. The only person she'd ever been somewhat close to was her sister, Wanda. Her father was harsh, a critic, and hard to please; Pietro was a lot like his old man. When they banished their father, they kicked him out too. Outside them, Lorna only grew to actually trust one other person and that person, a man named Remy Lebeau, lied to her and betrayed her. She hadn't been very keen on making friends since.
She scanned the text quickly, picking up on her sister's panic despite it only being lifeless, emotionless words on a small screen. Slipping the phone back in her pocket, Lorna made her way to her sister's office. Even if it might have belonged to Magnus once upon a time, it was redone completely in her sister's taste and carried none of the old man it'd once housed. Lorna was grateful. Though the mistress of magnetism had grown boy bounds in the confidence department, she still felt something for her father. For her entire life, she'd been a "daddy's girl" and an infinite pleaser. It was only a little bit ago she was finally able to spread her wings, metaphorically and fly for herself. When she arrived, the door was shut and Lorna rapped lightly before stepping inside. "Wanda?"