"The outfit isn't the problem, it's the sweat," she said, taking a bite of her apple. She was clad in a perky sweat suit, her hair pulled back away from her face - it was a fashion statement. Emma Frost wasn't about to go for a jog and not look cute. She sat down on a stool, sipping her water. "How can there not be much to do? Aren't there rockets and planes downstairs for all you boys to play with?" Emma smirked.