"Really?" She took the time to stop and think about it, swirling the wine left at the bottom of her glass. "I feel free. I feel like I've been trapped for so long, weighed down by responsibilities, but somehow, in the past two years, they've become manageable. Rahne isn't living at home anymore, Kevin..." she pauses, and the fact that she refers to her son by name is probably a good sign that she's finally coping. "Kevin's in a better place. I'm not married--thank god--the world isn't drastically in need of saving, and all the problems I have are completely manageable. They're things like ... one of the lead scientists at my lab is retiring and I'll have to vet the candidates to replace him. It's so downright mundane, I almost didn't know what to do with myself."
She tilts the glass back and takes a sip, a playful smile on her lips. "So I moved to New York, declared war on the Mutant Registration Act, and I'm looking to stir up trouble wherever I go. You know, I'm even considering starting an all-girls school for mutants. It's tough, being female and mutant. Just one is hard enough."