Lorna was coming down the steps from her room when she heard Wanda and Ororo's conversation. Holding a mug of (cold) coffee, she had her arms crossed over her chest and was going for a refill. She'd been up most of the night with a brainwave theory, working on it with no end. It was how she worked the best.
Taking the hallway where the two women were standing, Lorna caught the expression of wondering and loss between them. Maybe she could help? Might as well try.
"What's up?" She asked, settling the hand that wasn't holding her mug on her hip.