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[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mutant Underground - Dining Room
[color=Purple][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]
	Waverley's elbow rested atop the old wood table, with one hand resting on her bent rebar while the other lightly thumbed her forehead, where her injury had been. It was gone now, thanks to James, but it still hung fresh in her memory. She seemed lost in her own thoughts up until the moment Veil spoke, at which point she raised her head to look her way. As soon as she revealed she had a lead on where Sunshine and Max were, Waverley's lips parted, getting ready to volunteer as soon as she was done speaking. That time never came, however, as she was interrupted by a sudden gust of wind and a form appearing before them. Waves jumped to her feet, the useless bent rebar in hand, prepared to attack the intruder, but she sat back down with a relieved sigh when she realized it was only Quicksilver. [i]Only[/i] Quicksilver. Those were words she'd never thought would enter her head unironically. 

	Her eyes drifted down to the box as the silver-haired boy explained what was inside. The way he phrased it sounded awfully tit-for-tat-ish to her. She was thankful to have the cures for the team, of course, but the way he immediately tacked on the information about the White House's vaccines being targeted by the Hellfire Club made it feel like a transaction. One she wasn't sure about. Before she could voice her thoughts, she was distracted by Casper, whose gentle prodding at the X-Men caused her to smile, having to stifle a laugh.

	[i][color=purple]"Oh Professor, your head is looking extra shiny tonight. Pray tell, what lotion did you use on it?"[/color][/i] she added somewhat hesitantly, doing her best to mimic the mocking voice that Casper was speaking with. The X-Men had been her heroes growing up, and in many ways they still were. But living as a street-level supergrunt in the Underground had certainly guided her to adopting a less idolizing attitude towards the privileged superhero group. For a moment she felt nervous about Quicksilver hearing her, but when she glanced to where he had been, he was gone. Seeing that, she looked over to Veil, the smile from Casper's comment still on her face. [color=purple]"Y'know, this really [i]is[/i] above our paygrade. The Underground exists to protect those who can't protect themselves, right? Something tells me that the President of the United States might not fall into that category."[/color]