Illyana Nicolievna Rasputina (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ex_darkchyld899) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg, |
Illyana looked up at the sound of the door swinging open, hand poised over the smallest pair of mens' loafers she'd found, and couldn't help but stare at the man who walked inside. She had a feeling she'd seen him before. Morlock tunnels? She had flashes of seeing him in the Morlock tunnels, the day the Marauders had crippled her brother. So, was he friend, or was he foe?
"You know my name, it seems," she said carefully, straightening up, ignoring the ridiculousness of her suede bikini with "skirt paneling" and tube socks. She noticed the broom handle in his hand, and wondered if he'd come in looking for a fight. "But I'm afraid I don't know yours. You a friend of my brother's, or did you know me from here?"
There wasn't much room to fight in here, if that's what the man was after. But, there were things she could use as weapons; she'd made that assessment when she'd walked into the shop, at the same time she was scanning for shoes. Logan would never forgive her if she forgot such a basic lesson. Or, she could avoid the whole situation and summon a Stepping Disc - at least, she thought she could, she hadn't tried it yet - and just vanish before he could land a hit, if it came to that. She really, really didn't want a fight, though, even if the Darkchylde within her did.