Who: Emma Frost and Bobby Drake What: making sure he's comfortable When: October 30 Where: the helicarrier Warnings: none so far.
Emma sighed as she was led into Bobby's cell, her heels clicking on the hard tile floor. She felt as though she were responsible for his presence there. It wasn't a good feeling. While she wasn't friendly with Bobby by any means, he was the leader of the X-men. She should have realized the potential of the nanites before it got out of hand. She should have been more present.
Part of her was shocked she had assumed that other people would be competent enough to keep each other safe. Since when had she ever assumed that? Still, she wasn't an X-man anymore, except as a reserve member, and it wasn't her responsibility anymore. Between finding out that Tony was okay and her company, and making sure she had something fabulous to wear for Tony's birthday, not to mention her secret work with ONE, how was she supposed to keep the X-men nanite free as well?
She knocked on the door lightly before opening it a crack. "Bobby?"