Wren Zhang (ex_transpare192) wrote in x_aftermath_x, |
Wren turned her body so that her knees would be directed towards him, while she rested her hands on her lap. She did her best to retain a pleasant expression on her face, even though it was terribly hard to do sometimes. But she managed. Barely.
"I'm Wren," she said. It was the polite thing to do, after all. "It's very nice to finally meet you face-to-face, Mr. Wagner."
Was she always this formal? No, not always. But, she was taught to always be formal until the other party gave you permission to act otherwise.
"I came here, because I really need to talk to someone. I don't know anyone," she explained, her voice faltering silently with suppress emotion. She swallowed, before she continued, "And from what I've heard, you're the person to come to when you can't talk to anyone else."
Wren probably would've gone to Professor Xavier or Jean Grey or even Magneto, but she really didn't want to involve them. She wasn't totally comfortable with either of them yet, and she was partially to blame for that.
"I don't know how much you've heard about me..."
She knew some people were "in the know" about her previous predicament, but she had no idea how far it had spread. If at all, even. Wren didn't want to rehash it all if she didn't have to.