"The brains of the operation?" Monet repeated, expression dubious. (So far, she was not overly impressed by this Dr. Bradley's supposed intellect.) "No wonder I was sent here." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and glanced around. The building was not entirely awful, though certainly not up to the standard of living she preferred.
Monet looked back at Jubilee, cocking her eyebrow pointedly. "Do you plan on standing there all day or are you going to make yourself useful and give your new teammate a proper tour?" She doubted the other girl had become any less useless during her tenure away but hope sprang eternal, as the saying went.