[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img]https://images.amcnetworks.com/amc.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/nos4a2-105-maggie-smith-wraith-1200x707.jpg[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Outside the Old Mutant Underground HQ - Inside the Van
[color=Purple][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Radio Wave Interpretation[/center][hr][hr]
Waverley could feel herself relax when she heard Veil's words, allowing her more relief than any spa treatment ever could. She gave Veil another grateful nod. She moved with the intention of crawling back into her place in the far back of the van, but she stopped when she heard Warlock suddenly ceased his speaking. She turned her head to look out the open door of the van, seeing the look of shock and anguish descend on the boy's face. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her stern frown turning into an uncertain one. She watched as tears began to pour down the murderer's face, and she didn't know what to do. She glanced over to the others, as if she could find an answer on their faces, but she found none. She wasn't even sure what she wanted an answer to. She faced back to Max when he began to speak again, and when she processed what he had said, her jaw dropped.

Deep down, Waverley knew that it wasn't her fault. But she couldn't help but feel...guilty. Every time she wished for something, it came true in the worst possible way. She always wanted to be special, and she wound up being a mutant with a power that left a defenseless target of the purifiers. She wanted to be a superhero, and here she was, a member of the least funded, least connected, and possibly most in danger superhero group of all time. Even her mom's death fit the category. She'd always been scared of her mom finding out about the Underground, and now that wasn't a problem. She couldn't help but feel like her desire for Warlock's suffering had somehow lead to the death of an innocent woman, especially when Echo voiced this thought. Waverley gulped, eyes cast to the ground. [i]This wasn't justice.[/i] It was murder. And if somehow, in some cosmic, unfathomable way, it was her fault, she had to do something. 

So she reached out her mind, mentally gliding through the waves that traveled throughout the city, the ones that most were unaware of. There was a lot; there was always a lot. So she narrowed in, feeling for transmissions from police scanners and radios, listening for any hint of a mutant attack. After a few seconds of tuning in, she caught mention of something, a mutant attack on a Dunkin' Donuts. She listened for details and an address: after hearing word of a mutant who'd been gunned down, Waverley gulped. That must've been her. It had to be. The initial horror almost made her forget to commit the address to memory. Once she had all the information she needed, she popped her head back up, immediately noticing the Underground had been Veiled. It seemed like they were getting ready to go. 

[color=purple]"There was an altercation at a Dunkin' Donuts downtown,"[/color] she called out from her position at the Van's open door, her voice catching in her throat as she spoke. She didn't make eye contact with Warlock, instead gazing at an empty spot a few feet above his head. She quickly recited the address, before it had the chance to leave her head. [color=purple]"A mutant was shot down. I...I think it's your friend...you should get her body before the coroners do. If you don't, she'll probably go to Emma. I don't think the ones who murdered her should be the same ones to bury her."[/color] With that, she backpedaled into the back of the van, taking a seat in the corner.