Fallen from heaven...
Emma was sitting in blissful solitude in the cafe(teria) when she felt a mental and physical shift that aligned too perfectly to be coincidence. It was Warren's daughter. Diamond leaned forward in order to concentrate, as if she wanted to hear what was happening. In her mind, she focused on the thoughts of the girl, but in Emma's body, she was tapping in to what the girl's mutation was up to. Or, mutations, rather. She'd known there was potential for growth within the Worthington heiress ever since Emma's arrival at Xavier's. But now it was clear. She needed to tell the doctors. And the parents. After her coffee. Yes. After. She took a sip and sat back in her chair, legs recrossing for comfort.