I fight for other people better than I fight for myself.
Edwina sat opposite Frankie, feeling accomplished in their morning of mountainous work. More family and mutants had come to the school at the disappearance of their loved ones, and Ambrosia was down to half-staff, so the helping hands of Mix around the kitchen in the cafeteria was extremely welcomed. The Aussie rested her arms on the table, then let her head hang forward for a second or two before meeting Frankie's gaze.
"How're ya doin'? Did ya eat?" The beanpole. Ambrosia might've lost her best friend (Ruby), but Frankie lost her love in all this. It was hard on both of them, but they'd been leaning on each other. "There're some terrible fruit cups left..." she offered, pointing them out and making like she'd stand to fetch one.