She had been captured, obviously.

Emma Frost had picked the wrong man to get behind, to trust. She wouldn't make that mistake again but luckily he was dead. It served him right. Emma had skills that went beyond the simple parlor trick of reading minds. She could also turn into a formidable diamond which granted her superhuman strength, endurance and stamina. But when she was in this form, she couldn't use her skills as a mind reader, but it also prevented other mutants like Charles from entering her mind. She had lost track of time in her cell but she kept herself entertained with the few guards who dared get close to her.

If there was an offer to join Charles and his band of naive idiots, she wouldn't have thought much about it. Emma wasn't one for large crowds, despite her alluring appearance. She liked to have fun and most people didn't approve of her idea of fun. In her mind, she could have been locked up for days or weeks, she honestly didn't know. The blond could hear something outside and it sounded more interested than the sound of her own breathing. She looked up from her table where she was chained to, to see Erik walk in. That was interesting. The woman didn't think he'd be visiting her. Licking her lips, she sat up in her chair.

From behind the man, Emma could see many guards were on the ground. But she knew he worked quick so she wasn't as surprised as she was amused. "Fancy seeing you here." She smirked and looked back at him, spotting the helmet on his head. It once belonged to Shaw. Evidently, Erik had his own agenda now and it didn't work well with that of Charles. She didn't care much for either side but she figured he was trying to gain support, since many of the childish mutants were nowhere else to be found. "I hear they call you Magneto these days." Emma commented and glanced down at her cuffs. "You're not here just to visit, are you?"