As told, she sat down with her back straight, hands in her laps, and her legs closed, of course, just as her whore mother taught her. The corner of her mouth quirked up in a faint smile, and she listened. The illusion that the ones you loved were dead would do that to a person. The visions were minimal, a little boring for her taste, but subtlety wasn't so bad when the outcomes were good. Though, if they were good, Regan wasn't sure she understood Magneto's tone. Her head slightly tilted. "They're still holding up then." Of course they were, and they would for as long as Magneto wanted them to. She wasn’t much for criticism if that was where this was going.