Tires screeched around a concrete gymnasium, dotted with orange cones and streaks of black staining the grey, cold floor. The scream of the car protesting was matched by the squeal of the blonde woman behind it’s controls, who suddenly stopped the vehicle. Pale white fingers clung to the steering wheel as Katya breathed heavily, one of the orange cones the rear part of the car had hit just now slowly falling over. “Dammit,” she whispered, Russian accent tinging her voice. Her blue, icy eyes looking around at the driving course she’d just completed. Er well… tried to complete. She knew that the defensive driving course was her weakest subject, evidenced at the moment by the fact that half the cones were toppled over. “I should have starded de day wid gun training…” she mumbled, getting out of the car and running her fingers through her long hair. 

Katya slammed the door behind her and walked out of the large, echoing room. The black witch wore a dress, per her usual attire, this one cut off just above the knee and sleeveless. Her shoes were black ankle boots, a moon pendant bracelet dangling from her wrist. She opened the door that led to one of the connective hallways, and stuck her head out, looking back and forth. Good. No one had seen her looking incapable. She hated looking insufficient. 

Turning out of the room, door shutting slowly behind her, she walked with a slightly hunched shoulder. Being a little tall at 5’7”, she had a bad habit of trying to make herself appear shorter. She also had a habit of letting her wavy locks fall in front of her face, making many think she was shy, which she didn’t find true in her opinion. When she had something to say, she said it. That wasn't shy, right?

While making her way through the labyrinth that was the headquarters of Project X-men, but what she had called home for several years now, Katya smelled warm caramel. Sniffing the air, shoulder no longer hunched, she followed the smell until she heard voices as well. Ah, so her fellow… mutants… had arrived. At least some of them. She followed the noise and smell until her eyes landed on Riley’s coffee and then Riley herself. “Ah, Good Morning,” she said, eyes flickering past the girl to see the others now and nodding, indicating her greeting was meant for all of them.