Jean shivered as a blast of cold wind hit her straight in the face, red strands blowing back from her face and cheeks stinging. She felt as if she had something to prove and that was why Jean was here, freezing her ass off and possibly every other part. She had killed and this was how she was going to make it up.
Stumbling forward through the heavy snow, the only color in the landscape came from her fury hair and the sickly green columns sprouting from the dead Earth. Swallowing, the telepath approached the place the nasty Queen was hiding, picking up on the messed up thoughts of the insect who sought world domination. Here goes nothing...