The costume had been hiding in the back of her closet. Emma had known, since her arrival in this world, that she'd need it again. For a mission. But a part of her had grown comfortable being Emma, the mother and teacher. Part of her was quite content no longer being an X-Man.
But duty called. One of their own was in need. Without hesitation, Emma back in the old uniform, ready to go.
She arrived looking cool and unconcerned. As though this wasn't anything special. As though she did exorcisms everyday. As though she'd gone up against Death plenty of times before. Any nerves she might have felt were buried deep down. Now wasn't the time for second guessing. They'd either save Remy or not. They'd deal with that second option if and when the time came.