Mansion: Gwen/Kyle
[Gwen didn’t even look up from her computer screens, memorizing quickly the information that she was scrolling through.] Depends. Can you make Michael Fassbender appear? We’ve got a satellite that needs moving. [The Professor X jokes would stop when she was done making X-Men jokes. The likelihood of that was looking grim.
She scrolled faster as she took in the page, flipping to the next section once more before she finished memorizing her latest brain surgery, and then turned to look at Kyle. Her hair was up and mussed, long red tendrils falling from a loose bun and though her eyes were intent, she still looked a little tired, a fraction of how she felt. Helping mutants was a little like herding cats, and it was took a toll.] What’s up?