When Heidi entered the transport, Sage was already working on her report. A quick mental note by Emma alerted her about Heidi being there to help on the report. Sage smiled at the younger woman, patting the seat next to the pilots seat for Heidi to sit in. "Lay it on me, tell me whatever you can." She urged. Her hand pushed a button on the side of the console, activating a microphone of some sort to record Heidi's report. 

Sage listened intently, taking her own notes and comparing them to everything that Heidi was telling her. It was clear, concise, and told her exactly what Sage needed to know. Once she was done, Sage smiled once more, noting Heidi's ragged appearance and teary face. She had obviously cried a little, which was nothing to feel bad about. It was Heidi's humanity showing. Pain was sometimes the best way to remind one that they were human. 

"Hey, kid." Sage stressed to use a little more compassion to ease the tension. "You guys have to work on teamwork, but you did well against a completely unknown and powerful opponent. Sure, the plan backfired. Shawn's unconscious, and we have an escaped criminal, as well as a ruined bank." She paused, shrugging as she layed down all of the cons of the mission. "But in the end, you managed to pull together, even for a little bit. You trusted in Shawn to load him up, and he was willing to take that to try and stop our Nuke-man. You acted like a scout team when we first landed, like you should have. You might have been a little late on the whole working as a team thing, but in light of facing an unexpected foe, you guys walked out like champions."

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Emma continued to look around. Using her telepathy, She was able to locate a good number of the students still in the bank. However, there was one that wasn't. It was Chrys, who had disappeared after the blast. She set two fingers on her temple, focusing on Booker to speak to him. 

[i]"Blake. Chrys is up on the rooftop. He's unconscious, but alive. You should set him on a stretcher to ensure that nothing gets moved around."[/i] Via telepathy, Emma spoke to the therapist turned team overseer. 

Booker was quick to get the message, and bowed his head forward in thanks. He waved his hands about, creating a platform to lift himself up to the top of the roof. "Thanks, Emma. I'll keep him still in a construct until we get back to the mansion." There was no way for them to tell what kind of injuries he suffered, so it was for the best to treat it like any serious injury. 

He rose to the roof and found Chrys laying on the ground. Booker stepped off of his platform as it disappeared from underneath him to set foot on the roof proper. If only Booker had been there sooner, so many casualties could have been avoided. It brought back a painful memory, one that Booker thought had been put to rest. He knew that it was going to be a while until he could put closure on that one again. 

As he and Emma discussed, Booker waved his hands again, lifting Chrys carefully onto a stretcher construct. It floated effortlessly, and followed Booker back down to the ground, and back to the transport. He should also probably set one up for Shawn, maybe set the two unconscious young men into one really wide stretcher to save a little space. 

He walked back with heavy footsteps back to the transport, where he found Sage at the pilot's seat. A silent nod was shared between them, and Booker looked around for Nate and Shawn. 

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A smirk spread across Remy's face. Oh the days when he taught at the Academy. Those were interesting times. He compared himself to the resident councilor and therapist, but with [i]love[/i]. There was a chuckle, his eyes focused on the skies ahead. "That I did, that I did. I was the teacher of physical relations and intimate biology. Sexual Education. I enjoyed it well enough, I taught my own way, and upset Scott Summers. What more could a man ask for?" Another laugh, his eyes glancing over at the girl next to him. 

"The Professor has my phone number. Whenever he needs a favor that is a little more difficult to pull off in a legal fashion, he calls me. In the case of you, I just happened to be the closest one to both deliver the letter to you, as well as deliver you to the academy." This wasn't something that he did all the time, if that was what she was asking. Of course, back in his teaching days, he did delight in informing both the young men and women about the best ways to keep themselves and their partners happy, even if it resulted in... ill behavior by the students. Not everyone in the academy liked Remy, but he could easily like everyone. 

Then there was her last question. That was a little harder to answer, given his current position, but he tried, with a moment of thought, to give her his best explanation. "I will let you in on a secret. There is a device in the academy that allows a powerful telepath to locate other mutants. Professor Xavier was the first to know. When you accepted the invitation, you also allowed further... vetting, to be done. This involves the board discussing your school life, social life, and mutations, so that they can accurately decide how each specific mutant can be..." He paused once more, trying to look for the right set of words to explain, without trying to make it sound like some evil council. "They discuss you, and change things accordingly so that you'll fit in comfortably."

Another laugh, this time longer than either of the two before. "I digress. You wanted to know who knows about your mutation, yes?" He sighed, apologizing silently for that needless explanation. "Only the staff currently knows. Your school transcripts made sure that you'll be in the same or similar classes here, as you were back home. All of your teachers will be extra aware, and you won't have to worry about a roommate."