It was during the last dash for her pilot's license when the whole mess happened. Dominique watched it in horror when the Sentinel Program was attacked by mutants. She was known for her little parlor trick and she was used to be seen as someone different, but the looks she got since then were unbearable. Good for her that she was not that much of a chatty person. She finished the license with ease. She was looking for jobs for a good week now and the landlord was already at her back for two months worth of rental money. She did some quick "errand boy" jobs, delivering things here and there, but that only got her some food into the house. The particular night she received a message, she was already packed and ready to go. With her backpack with pretty much all of her belongings (clothing, make-up and hair dye) in it, she made her way to the place outside of town. It was not looking too good of a building, having smashed windows and such, but the way the message was written she was offered something better than just a job. She would learn more about her powers. Of course this could only be some mutant guy that would need some secrecy. Who she met in the old building surprised her, though. The blue skin and the tail threw her off. Nightcrawler was not one of the people she would have thought to meet this night. His offer was different than from the note, but it was even more interesting. She accepted, having nothing left to lose at the moment... -Present moment- She sat in the transporter, her feet tapping hastily. She had to ditch her powers after getting tired, so there was a pile of clothes on the seat next to her and sitting on top the backpack of hers that previously held the obviously larger portion of cloth. She was waiting for something to happen, looking at the people inside. She was not particularly fond of waiting, but sitting inside a transporter was not well known for being spacious and allowing people to move in freely. If only she were at the steering wheel, she would not be so irritated and nervous.