Who the hell would actually knock of the front door of a place that looked as messed up as this? X-23 moved from her dark spot to take a peek out the window. The figure she saw at the door was not one she recognized. He was old enough to be one of the Xavier kids, but his face was unfamiliar. She'd know if he belonged or not the second she opened the door. She may not have memorized faces, but she was pretty sure she would recognize the scent of someone straight off. Even so much time later, they still had the smell of the mansion on them.
Her claws retracted and she sighed, deciding to open the door. Looking at him, she leaned against the door with one hand, the other going to rest at her hip. "Who the fuck are you?" He smelled clean. Obsessively clean. If he was from the mansion, the scent would have been lost in, what she could only imagine was, obsessive cleaning of himself and what he wore.