"It's my apartment," she replied tersely, gripping the wood of the door frame. Her grip slackened slightly when he approached, and she eyed the necklace uncertainly. She really couldn't tell if it was meant to be a threat, or some sort of peace offer, but his dead wife's necklace smeared in his daughter's blood didn't have quite a heart warming affect on Mystique. She starred at it in silence a long while before looking up.