"Rebuilding my bridges," she said simply. Moira appreciated his straightforward attitude. She spent so much of her time in politics tiptoeing in circles around subjects, it was refreshing to speak with someone like Nick. "I've locked myself up in my laboratory for far too long, with only my inner demons for company. My research--well, after the events with Proteus,"--my son--"I haven't had the heart or the mind to win myself another Nobel Prize." She smiles wryly, hoping that the joke at the end of that line would manage to completely gloss over topics in the middle. "So I've returned to New York, and I'm actively pitting myself against mutant legislation. Can't say I've actually accomplished anything yet."