There was a mental uprising in response to the ancient droner's mind probe, and Morro couldn't blame them. In response to the first thoughts Xavier had projected, Morro immediately began to counter the attack. It was only first instinct. But then, they were just words, and she responded with a mental spit in the eye.
She shifted her gaze to her blonde colleague and said in a hushed tone, "I'm not fond of it either." They. Little whelp.
Who the hell did he think he was, though? There was a fucking code. Even she lived by it. There were situations to dick around in someone's head, and there were times like these, when you needed to go ahead and not showboat. They knew him, and knew what he did. They knew most all of the X-Men - or at least those who were responsible enough to put Mystique's gathered files, Magneto's recollections and Rogue, John and the other ex-students opinions to use.
It looked like Dominic was either one of the dumb ones, or he didn't care about anything Magneto had said. Either way, she smirked in response to his question. Her attention shifted to the red-head who was standing next to 'Cyclops'. Jean Grey. Phoenix. Apparently. She shuddered, but all the while, she gave the woman 'can't you control your daddy-dear? He's being a ass' glare. But then, perhaps the doctor had similar practices as the old professor. Who knew?
She would; in time. But right now she was just worried about where to stick her suitcase.