Dominique followed Catherine quietly, noticing the way she affected the students that were around her. "I think we are loosing touch. I am not a... student", she muttered, keeping close to the woman. She was not sure whether she should laugh about this or keep playing along. It all felt like a stupid joke to her. Every single person in this mansion was a mutant? The thought dug into the petite girl and bothered her a lot. She had seen on the news what the group around this 'Magneto' guy were capable of. Perhaps she was standing amidst such an army.

As Catherine spoke about a medical examination, Dominique remained quiet. She actually spaced out on that, watching a redhead approach. Her hair color was gorgeous. "I'm Dominique. Pleasure to meet you." She gently shook the woman's hand and smiled like a little schoolgirl standing in front of the teacher all the girls had a crush on, including herself. Only thing different was that Dominique was probably as old as her.

And then came (the) Storm. The Headmistress of the mansion. Dominique immediately rummaged through her bag. "Euhm, yes. No. Let me grab that stupid...", she began to mumble, receiving only a smile from Storm. She walked into the office without leaving her eyes from her bag. After circling the whole office for three rounds, she pulled out the folder and dropped it politely on Storm's desk. "I received a job offer from someone of this staff. I was offered a transportation job... I was told I would mostly transport food from town over here, but I believe there was something else you wanted me to come over for..."

She showed the same 'trick' to Storm which she had shown to Catherine. Once more, half of her attire was pulled out of her sport's bag on a rack pole. Storm was impressed, even though she knew of Dominique's power. After all, she had read her file from both the police records and Dominique's former employer. Dominique remained standing, her feet tapping on the ground. "Am I getting the job or not?", she asked Storm, who thought about it for a second. The rest was a blurred mess for Dominique, out of the simple fact that she was happy. Storm approved of her and gave her the job. Of course, there were circumstances that Dominique had to do in return. Since the girl met the hand of law before ending school, she had to attend classes. Only some. The other would be the full cooperation with the cook and the mechanic. After all, those two were the people she should be working with. The whole ordeal with the vehicles (Storm included that Dominique might have to fly from time to time, which the girl took with great enthusiasm) must be agreed with the mechanic, while Dominique would keep the kitchen supplied, which would mean that Dominique had to follow all of the cook's instructions. Anything else just rushed past the girl.

As Dominique stepped out of Storm's office, she was glowing in happiness. She had a job, a room and she would soon learn more about her powers. She rushed down the hall, her sport's bag bouncing around. Despite the first moment on this ground being the total horror for the claustrophobic part of her, Dominique was more than glad to be accepted. Once she was at her room, she quickly unloaded her sport's bag. The cloth rack poles were quickly emptied into the closet, her books were neatly stashed away, a set of boots and sneakers were keeping the clothes company. And a stereo. Dominique wrestled with that machine to fit into the bag. After all, this was her whole property. Well, minus the furniture she owned in the past couple years. But she could not fit those in the bag. With her room neatly filled with her belongings, the girl removed the pocket dimension from the bag and dashed out of the room, barefoot. She had to meet the cook.

She was not even sure where she was going. She acted on instinct, quickly walking through the halls and memorizing the place. In fact, she noticed some oddities along her way, but she did not give it too much attention. As she found the kitchen, she met a familiar face... hair. The redhead was in the kitchen, along with what appeared to be the cook. She noticed the intoxicating scent of food in the air. She knocked on the doorframe and stepped into the room. "Bonjour", she spoke with a smile, strutting towards the two. "I suppose this is the cuisine? I am Dominique LaBlanche. I am supposed to work as supplier for you, I suppose?" She looked at Jason, rocking on her heels once she was in a comfortable distance to him.