"Me too. I've still got my powers and I am really fucking glad. My mental control for my powers is such a part of my every thought and the way I interact with the world, if I lost that I'd be... I don't know. It'd suck, that's for sure."
Following Jean's example, Regan ate chips with one hand and pickles with the other, enjoying the combination. "You too, huh? Genetics? That'll be fun. She asked me--well, you know I graduated, right? Back in December. But since then I've been kind of ... aimless. The Professor never had time for me, and no one talked about my future or anything. Been doing a lot of work in the Danger Room. The psychic interface on that place is killer. Love it. Anyway, Moy-ra offered me the chance to teach a class on advanced mental control. Like, senior-level seminar class. Under her supervision or whatever, but it's still pretty badass. I can boss people around. Well, like, more than I already do."