Laura stopped and assessed this new student as a threat. Having virtually no information on the target made her uncomfortable and instead of attempting to subdue, which would have likely made the situation a thousand times worse. She stepped aside. Her gaze followed the glowing woman's trail right out the window. In hindsight, the panic attack seemed a bit inevitable. She blinked and paused, staring out the window. "Was it something I said?" she questioned, completely free of facetiousness. 

She eyed the marks on Aya's face surreptitiously and decided not to say anything, she'd already scared off one student and didn't really feel like running off a second. 

"I hope that she knew she could fly, but something tells me that is not the case," she mused rather plainly. The idea troubled her, but it didn't show. Every bit of data she had gathered on the new student already lead her to some interesting conclusions about what was going on with her, but addressing them directly might not be the best policy. She'd have to consult her adoptive father, he'd know what to do. Besides...if there were any two that could keep a secret in the mansion, it was them. 

With a twitch of her nose X caught a new scent. A predatory scent, but no foot steps. She pulled her hands from her pockets and extended one set of claws immediately. She twisted and spun from the window and ran at the wall instead. Leaping for the wall, she tucked in her legs and pushed off with all of her strength, effectively launching herself at the floating target. She reached for his throat with one hand claws following close behind with the other. The entire process a complete reaction, she barely had time to think until she was in the air, wondering who and what this mutant was capable of. She knew neither of these things, only that she must protect the mansion at any cost.

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"Sleeping it off, huh? I hope they sleep alright," she tossed back without missing a beat; knowing exactly how the team operated had its advantages. It would do no good to express concern or worry, if they were home then they had the best care imaginable. And, as she knew, she was on a strictly need-to-know basis. If it was really bad, she'd know. 

Bloom listened Sarah's quip with a barely suppressed snicker before deciding to put the milk back, green tea tasted better plain to her anyway. "That sounds quite lovely, both of you. I'll get the nice cups then, we'll be so fancy," she purred out and almost danced over to another cupboard. She retrieved three tea cups and saucers, slightly bigger than your average china, but decorated with intricate little flowers of red, white and green. She set them on the table and moved to grab a hot pad, in anticipation of the kettle.