"I, uh." Regan hadn't planned ahead for what she'd say about herself. The story she was giving out was pretty close to the truth. She was Jason Wyngarde's daughter, she'd had an emotional breakdown after learning of his death, and now that she'd started putting her life back together she wanted to join the X-Men. That was all true--mostly.
She dropped her stuff on the bed, sitting down on the edge and watching Jean as she collected her iPod. "I guess I don't really do normal stuff all that much. I watch tv and go to the mall, sure, but I spend more of my time practicing my powers and my sharpshooting." Her hand drifts to her hip, where she'd usually have her two favorite guns, one on each side. Since her father's death, she'd had them almost constantly, picking up mercenary work and enjoying it. But she knew better than to walk into the X-Mansion armed, and hiding them with illusions wouldn't work here. "Is that weird, even here? I miss my guns."