Lorna woke to the pleasant sound of birdsong and the warmth of a sunbeam just peeking into her room. The bed was soft and the blanket cozy. A gentle smiled formed on her lips as she rolled to the side, a languid motion that took far too long if watched and didn't take long enough when doing. A shoulder lifted in a stretch as her head rolled back over her neck. Fingers splayed and pulled away from each other as her mouth dropped into a yawn before a fluffy pillow was snuggled into.
Then she let her eyes open and take in the richly apointed room that resembled not one place she'd ever slept in. Was she still dreaming? Lorna pushed herself up, sitting on the bed and letting the blanket slide down. She was in a t-shirt and shorts and as her mind began working she wondered who the hell had changed her clothes because the last thing she remembered was a Hulk-sized hand swatting her away like a fly. And she'd been in long pants and a sweater when that happened.
Given the state of the room, it was likely she'd been rescued by someone with money. It didn't look or sound like Xaviers... so maybe the Avengers? Maybe Tony had seen what she'd done and decided she deserved a treat for her efforts? And maybe he'd had someone see to her injuries because she didn't feel any pain or see any obvious bruising from taking that hit.
Her face lit up at that idea, and she was all ready to launch herself out of the bed and hug the person opening the door and entering the room. The blanket was off and one foot was on the floor and the grin was replaced with confusion when she saw Magneto walk in.