[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 (First Floor)
[color=Purple][b]Skills:[/b][/color]Pop Culture, Perception[/center][hr][hr]
As soon as James asked for Waverley and Cayden's help gathering the kids' stuff, Waverley gave a small, silent nod, and immediately began walking away, back towards the stairs. But as she was leaving the group of kids, she cringed slightly when James hesitated as he described her mutation. She knew that her power wasn't exactly the flashiest, and it definitely wasn't what one would want one of their two personal protectors to have, but her lips couldn't help but curve up into a small smile when James managed to make her ability comforting, even when he wasn't exactly sure what it was.

Waverley crouched down next to the stairway, where she had dropped her weapon and her bag, and slid her camera back into the trusty backpack. She threw it back on over her shoulders, before leaning back down to grab her rebar. Having lived with most of the kids for a few days, she had a pretty decent idea of what belonged to who. She spent a few minutes rummaging through the first and second floor of the warehouse, absentmindedly listening to the interrogation, until one detail made her pause: [i]Reeva Payge[/i]. That name sounded familiar to Waverley, but she couldn't for the life of her figure out from where. Eventually, she descended down the stairs, a couple bags hanging from her rebar by their straps. 

[color=Purple]"I believe this is everything,"[/color] Waverley stated to Cayden as she made her way back to him and the group of kids. She let the bags gently slide off of her rebar and onto the ground. She then reached over her shoulder, and lightly pulled out an old, beat-to-hell stuffed rabbit. She crouched down in front of a little blonde girl, who didn't wait to grab the toy from Waverley's hands, pulling it into a big hug. [color=purple]"Can't forget Mr. Wiggle Bun Bun, can you Hannah?"[/color] Waverley said, a big smile on her face. She stood up, getting ready to help get prepared for their exodus, before a look of realization dawned on her. She turned back to look over at the interrogators, her head tilted. "[color=purple]"Wait, didn't Reeva Payge go to the Oscars with Chris Pratt?[/color]