"I like to hunt." Tatiana wipes her mouth off, making sure no blood was there. "When I stop concentrating sometimes I take the form of a subject I am thinking about. I was thinking about that small taste of your blood I got in the Danger Room on that weapon you tossed at me." She pondered the tour for a moment. She did like Beast, he was her second favorite teacher. That new student was a little to giddy for her tastes. "Sorry got to catch up on my classes plus I have a mystery I would like to solve. Bye." She walked to her room. The mystery was the source of the blood, it was definitely mutant, but it was different. Heidi's blood had the sweet taste but still had normal flavorings of human blood had.


"I am not who I was before I was Rose Mary, which is like a girl who goes by Mary-Anne except instead of a hyphen there is a space. It is one name. I do not like being called Rose or Mary. I presume you know the source of the name?" She really hoped she didn't have to explain it.

"I was brought up in two religious homes, one used it as it was intended at least my mother did, my foster parents were criminals who abused it to further their own ends. I do not know if I am religious but if Heaven and Hell are real I am going to the latter." After the bank she realized she wanted to live up to the example her mother set, that she abandoned all those years ago.

"I do not know the X-Men or any of the students well enough to consider them family. Besides my track record with families is not great." Her history had soured her on the idea of family.

"Technically the only reason I came was because I thought I was going to get paid for a few minutes of the horizontal tango. I stayed because I haven't found anything better yet. Besides free food and a nice warm bed is hard to turn down." When Emma turned into a diamond she was so pretty, the way the sunlight hit her made the most beautiful rainbow around the room. She was disappointed when she turned back to flesh. She so wanted to mimic that form one day.

"I don't belong in the back. I am the tank." She hoped she didn't have to explain that rpg term. "The reason I wanted to talk with Booker, I need to make amends for my crimes, to redeem myself in my mother's eyes. So much blood is on my hands." She began wiping off the blood she imagined on her new jeans.

"I am not Samantha Kensington anymore that person is dead in more than one ways and I don't think I want to be Rose Mary anymore either. For now the latter is fine, until I figure it out."

There was something else she wanted to say, but didn't because it would be inappropriate in a teacher/psychiatrist relationship. "If you'll excuse me I need to find Ms. Darkholme." She ran out of the office. Before she got very far she turned back. "Thanks Ms. Frost." She ran looking for Mystique, but first stopping by the hangar to find her uniform, if things went as planned she wouldn't want her new clothes messed up.