"I'll look through it," Moira promised, placing a hand on top of the envelope. "You come at a good time, Mr. Rand. Well, a convenient time, I suppose. The school's been through hard times lately, and now Xavier's missing. We're short on staff, and the student body is out of control." She added tea leaves to a pot and set the lid on to brew, then sat down and faced him. "I want you to understand what you're getting into here. A mutant school is a volatile climate at the best of times, and the X-Men draw a lot of fire. You," she paused, raising both eyebrows, "do know about the X-Men, don't you? It isn't a very well-kept secret."