[His watching is about to pay off as she slips out of the library through a wall to do another perimeter check.
She wanted to play her own wardrobe down. Instinct had her reaching for her X-Men uniform, which she'd managed to reclaim when they came to this prison, but she decided for something a little less obvious. She did wear that sometimes, but it stood out and that's not what she wants tonight. Just a simple purple tank top and back yoga pants finished off with black combat boots and a white, cropped leather jacket. Not exactly unusual fare for her.
It doesn't take too long for her to catch the tiny flare from his cigarette or the wisps of smoke traveling on the air. She hesitates, considering back up before walking over to him. It's just her and Tyki. He's probably just...out. No reason to think it's connected.]