The lady... smelled wrong. She smelled like Ororo, so much so that it was creepy. Storm had been gone a week, just long enough that the inquiries had begun. There hadn't been any warning, no notes left behind, no strange meetings. One day, she'd been handling the history classes, and the next she'd been gone.
And now, there was a girl standing there, and she smelled like her... if Storm had been just starting puberty.
'Ro, for her part, looked just over to her right at the newcomer. He... felt familiar, and her eyes kept going to his hands, as if expectantly. She licked her lips and shook her head. "Does everyone around here like jumping out of the shadows at folks?" she said a bit acridly, eyes turning more fully to Logan before going back to Vanisher.