Ororo took a small bite from her apple and glided off the windowsill, dress momentarily riding up her thighs, which did not disturb her. Though she had lived in America for a good while now, she was still comfortable revealing herself to a much greater extent than others. It didn't seem taboo to her.
With a small sigh, she closed the window so the kitchen wouldn't be too cold for the man - even if she would have liked to stay closer to the night sky a little while longer. Then, the mutant woman sat down on the table.
"In the cupboard right above your head." She took a look at what he seemed to plan to cook. As it wasn't her business, she didn't say it out loud, but her expression rather clearly displayed what she though of the food the man had planned.