[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img]https://fathersonholygore.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/father-son-holy-gore-nos4a2-jahkara-smith-2.png?w=721&h=355[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station (First Floor)
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Waverley's eyes were drawn to a thin sketchy-looking man she'd seen before, but never really took into account. Her gaze was confused as the young man paused as if he was listening to someone else speak, but continued talking before anyone did. Waverley didn't know a Ben, but, given she was a stranger to most members of the Mutant Underground, she didn't make anything of it. It was more than likely it was simply someone she hadn't yet met. Her eyes glided over to Colossus, somewhat expecting him to say something inspiring, or cartoonishly lawful good, but he didn't. He simply stared at their mission leader, asking for a plan.

Waverley followed Colossus' gaze, her eyes landing on Sapphire. She listened to her thoughts, nodding along with them as she did. The choice seemed perfectly logical to Waverley. As Sapphire finished her thoughts, Waverley gathered her things, which consisted of her backpack and her rebar, before facing the older woman. [color=purple]"How exactly are we getting everything? I can see if I can find the blueprints of whichever hospital we end up deciding on online, so we can get an idea of where everything is ahead of time,"[/color] she suggested, relieved to finally have something to pull her out of her own mind.