[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/389c0ac6b62d482eb709d0517b347589/tumblr_psqd1zlT251y4marvo3_r2_250.gif[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station (Attic)
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Waverley gave a small nod when Callie told her to hold off on replying to the voices on the other side of the radio, letting out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. If she was being honest with herself, her asking if Callie wanted her to reply to the mystery voices was just as much her way of divulging the fact that she could as it was asking if she should. She wanted to lay all her cards out onto the table, because she had no idea what to do with them on her own. Before she could make any sort of verbal reply, though, her attention was snatched by Negasonic, who gave a vague and cryptic warning before sprinting forwards. Waverley shielded her eyes as a bright flash filled the room, accompanied by the loud noise of roof-shattering. When Waverley pulled her arm away from her eyes, she immediately realized where that roof-shattering noise had come from: the shattering of the roof. Above her and her coworkers was an open night sky, a sight that caused Waverley's eyes to widen and a frown to take place on her face. Her wide eyes immediately dropped down to look at Negasonic.

[color=purple]"What the hell?!"[/color] she yelled out loudly, her brow furrowed in annoyance. Negasonic didn't even have to react for Waverley's annoyed expression to shift to one of fear as she sheepishly took a step back, casting her gaze to the ground. She opened her mouth back up to speak, and stuttered out a few silent vowels, perhaps in a failed attempt to apologize, before closing her mouth back up. She kept her head down as she crouched down to grab her rebar. Once she had it in her hand, she shuffled over to the wall right of the stairs where she had placed her backpack, picking it up and putting it on.

[color=purple]"As much as I'd like to know everything that's going on with this Hellfire Club and Murlocks and Frost International, we should really leave before police get here to figure out why the top of a long-abandoned warehouse just blew off in the middle of the night,"[/color] as she spoke, she occasionally glanced up, her eyes prancing from person to person while avoiding Negasonic completely.