Oh mansion hallways. The first step towards the public sphere. Where the self ends and the others begin. The road seemed so long and...uncomfortably tight for Ororo's good.
Ororo didn't mind bumping into someone, saying a casual hello or a simple wave. She was friendly enough to be able to stop and talk as part of her leaderly duties. They weren't obligations but Ororo preferred knowing what's going on with her people. But not in the hallways. She always gets that nagging thought that the walls would catch her by surprise and move.
So Ororo tends to walk on fast forward and hope that no one stands in the hallway. It was a Sunday so Ororo became a little optimistic that people would be elsewhere.
Then Wanda appears, for some strange reason Ororo was sure. She had no choice. It wasn't a matter of not wanting to see anyone, it was a matter of seeing someone and engaging in a conversation longer than a minute...in the hallway.
"Good morning," Ororo greeted with a beverage in hand, "You look like you're plotting to rule the world."