Bad time? She'd nearly chuckled. In his instance, it was actually the perfect time. Would she let on to that? Not right away... "Permission?" She wondered, aloud but quietly, and he spoke on. She smiled again, finally, and her posture relaxed some. He was asking if he could linger in Westchester, as if they owned the county. Chivalry - who knew? "We would love to have you here," she admitted with a bit of a sigh. "I've had the same feeling," the electrokine shared, uneasily.
"As for the time..." Her eyes widened and she motioned for him to walk with her. "Class is almost out. We've been trying to carry on this morning like usual. When some of your students are telepaths or have super hearing, it can make things difficult," she laughed lightly and held up her hand. "It's fine," Astrape said, of the elder woman's likeness that he'd gestured to. "I know I'm unusual for this position. Electrokinesis has its perks - not sleeping gives me lots of spare time. You can call me Eva, by the way." He could put the pieces together if he wanted to. But now wasn't the time to explain her life story or pepper her resume to Captain America. Now was time to finish her class and get the big blond guy to Forge and probably their personal NYPD. "Do you cook?" She asked as they neared the teaching kitchen's door. She raised her eyebrows with challenge and then opened the door again. "You can be my helper; grab an apron." There was a laugh in her voice and she re-greeted her class as if nothing was outside the norm.
"Settle down, how's that cream coming?"
More than a few of her dozen-and-a-half students had recognized their guest, so she turned to him again and gestured. "This is Captain Rogers - he'll be with us until the bell today, so please be your usual, courteous selves and welcome him."
Various 'heys' and 'omgs' and salutes could be heard and seen, and she smirked that no one had made a complete ass of themselves. Unlike her music teacher earlier... "Blueberry pies with Chantilly cream garnish," she said in Steve's direction. "The pies are cooling. We were finishing up the cream when I left," she motioned for the Captain to do as she did and heap a dollop of meringue on top of the petite pie before him, then she left her post and went to make a quick check at each pair's station to see how their cream was holding up. "Good height, Sam."
"Just like mama made back home," the blond boy said, proudly.
Eva chuckled and eyed the rest of the pies before clapping her hands together once. "Those look great, you guys. Really good job today. Dive in - be honest. Then get washed up," she ordered, lightheartedly. "Anyone have any issues?" So far, there were just happy mouths and busy forks. Usually a duo made their filling too sour or someone had sad meringue. The engineer-turned-home-ec professor smiled, taking it all as a good sign. She made her way back up to the teacher's counter and motioned for the Captain to try some pie. "It's the least we can do. Nice job, by the way," she motioned to the giant stack of cream and her shoulders raised with a laugh. The bell sounded and she turned on her heel like a hawk. "Wash those hands before you leave, hang your aprons!" One boy had to step backwards into the room already, and do as instructed, and a few other students rolled their eyes at the second reminder from their professor. Now the visitor had her full attention. She began to take off her own apron as she locked eyes with Steve. "Do you know Jon Silvercloud? He's our security and engineering guy," Eva explained fondly, then busied her hands cleaning her own station of stray flour and dough. "I'm sure he'll want to talk with you. Do you mind coming back to my office and catching up?"