[center]Alison's gaze shifted quickly to Kurt as he disappeared and reappeared in a puff of purple smoke. [i]Teleportation? That could definitely come in handy.[/i] Her thoughts drifted to a few of the many "narrow escapes" she'd recently experienced with her father, Carter. Since her powers had manifested, Alison had been rather elusive at home. She spent her weekdays dedicated to study and snuck out on weekends to perform in the jazz clubs around the city. Her father's busy lifestyle had him coming and going at all hours, which had made it difficult for Alison to go anywhere without him knowing. In fact, Alison had led him to believe that today was simply a trip to the department stores with her grandmother, Blaire. She looked to the worn out leather jacket clutched behind her shoulder. [i]It's all girls are talking about now, dad. Oversized men's jackets are the real deal.[/i] 

She smiled and shook her head as Logan's leather jacket engulfed her girlish figure. Atticus, as she could now call him, playfully continued her banter as the group of students headed up the stairs. The air became immediately less dank in the more open common room of Xavier's Institute. She welcomed it into her lungs with a few soft, deep breaths. The scents lingering in the stitching of Wolverine's jacket filled her nostrils with each intake of breath and small chills ran down her spine. As if reading her thoughts, the brutish man spoke from behind the bar. His voice was sounding more and more constricted with each conversation. Alison reached her hands into the collar of the jacket and released her luscious blonde girls. They swept across the leather slowly as she approached the bar for some food. 

Alison instinctively went for the refrigerator she had seen Snark rummaging around in earlier. Her hands grabbed for a few of the sandwiches, and she turned with them towards the others. Alison waved the sandwiches above her head as she addressed the group. 

"Who's hungry?"

She smiled brightly and laid the stack gently on the bar, keeping one for herself. Alison didn't hesitate to take bite after bite as she walked behind Logan and towards the far end of the bar. She rolled up the sleeves of his jacket and hoisted her tiny body up onto the bar. Alison crossed her legs and fit perfectly on the weathered oak surface. She finished her sandwich as Wolverine began preparing himself a drink from the bar's selection. She watched his eyes focus on the clock. 3 o'clock, where had the time gone? She followed him with her dazzling blue eyes as he settled into a booth. Alison looked around the room once or twice before shrugging her shoulders and jumping from her seat. 

As she made her way towards the older mutant, Alison stopped short a few feet from Yukiko. She crooked her lips into a sly smile and changed directions fluidly. She stood beside the smaller Asian girl and bowed slightly. She knew very little of the girl's customs, but figured she wouldn't need to carry on much conversation before attracting further attention. Alison was smarter than she looked. Admittedly, it had come to her advantage throughout the years. She smiled sheepishly at Yukiko and spoke gently. 

"Alison. I'm Alison. So, how did you get stuck with the wolf man?"

She motioned her head backwards towards a brooding Logan in the corner booth and flashed her bewitching smile.[/center]