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Jun. 27th, 2020 11:57 pmKit was sitting sideways on a counter in the lower lab; the girl seemed to be allergic to chairs really, and as ever she had a large mug of coffee like a teddy bear in her arms as she watched Bruce. She checked in on everyone in the house at night, usually multiple times, and well it seemed the skittish doctor she'd dragged from the hinterlands slept as little as she did. Why kidnap him at all?
Well, besides the fact he'd seemed to need it as much as any of her foundlings (yeah, rich for a kid arely nineteen to decide that about a multi-doctorate guy but hey), but because there was god damn medical tech she still couldn't crack. She'd been close, sure, but Shia'ar was alien enough she didn't want to risk screwing it into nuclear winter funland so, a second set of eyes. She didn't want to relocate it, or give it to Nick, without more info so...here they were. "You're taking the 'previous master of the damn house liked hoarding alien tech' thing pretty well," she drawled at last, drifting over to read his notes.
Hell, he was taking the 'dragged off to hide in a temporary mansion where an evil asshole had been overthrown by a handful of teens' pretty well honestly. It was probably the fact most the teens were too damn cute to smash and she herself hadn't managed to push any rage buttons? Somehow.
Hell, she seemed to collect the jaded, very dangerous sorts didn't she? They could all hang out in this temporary abode with the vaguely feral children she was taming and the exhaustive runs to Costco to feed everyone like one big, twitchy family.
New fucking Brady bunch.
Or some psycho mutated Johnny Quest team, she wasn't sure where between the two things here fell these days.
Right, her mind was wandering. Great.
"I'm going to have to sleep soon, probably tomorrow night. There's safety protocols for that, the children will be secured with friends or family elsewhere, Kurt given his new job as a squire will likely insist on standing guard. You...should be fine if you don't go on the level below. You're more sensible than children," she chuckled softly, abandoning the notes. She'd have to reread them later when her brain was more up to snuff. "I know I've given you full access to the systems but the Dangerroom will be locked and running and you'll be unable to alter it during this time, any simulations you require at that time will have to wait." She tried to give what information she could?
Granted, he wasn't Logan, he couldn't smell the knofe edge of exhaustion and destruction on her, she had to work a moment to remember that. It was so strange dealing with...adults. Children obeyed, generally, because they trusted her. Except when they worried, hence sending them away. Adults needed reasons.
Right.
"I've severe PTSD we've been unable to stop and address at this point," she allowed finally, floating up to sit on air and stare into her mug rather than watch him poking at the tech around them. "And a distressing tendency to kill those who'd step in on nightmares."
Eh, maybe she was one of the monsters here, who knew some days? Lockheed would smack her if he wasn't curled up asleep with Witchling at the moment. The four year old slept better with the little dragon, so, she didn't have a hissy balance to her emotions at the moment. Another sign she'd be sleep crashing soon, the inability to keep the swings at arms distance.
Bah.
She was idly passing phantom fingers through the man's hair by the time she gathered her thoughts again; petting happened in their household. A lot. It was reflex, honest, that and the fact that touching someone solidly there when she was reclining in the air. Well, hopefully his various PhDs hadn't made him stuffy about contact. "Sorry, mind wandered. Obviously I need more coffee. If and when you figure out these machines I volunteer if you need a subject, my scars distress the kids." Yup. From the knife marks on her arms she hid under bracers, to the place Lockheed had peeled from her skin, not to meention the training she didn't remember in Japan...
...yeah.
Besides, she was always front most in events in the mansion. The rabid human shield the highschool had termed her.
Apt.
But scar reduction might be nice.
Ah, wandering again. "Definitely need more coffee."
Well, besides the fact he'd seemed to need it as much as any of her foundlings (yeah, rich for a kid arely nineteen to decide that about a multi-doctorate guy but hey), but because there was god damn medical tech she still couldn't crack. She'd been close, sure, but Shia'ar was alien enough she didn't want to risk screwing it into nuclear winter funland so, a second set of eyes. She didn't want to relocate it, or give it to Nick, without more info so...here they were. "You're taking the 'previous master of the damn house liked hoarding alien tech' thing pretty well," she drawled at last, drifting over to read his notes.
Hell, he was taking the 'dragged off to hide in a temporary mansion where an evil asshole had been overthrown by a handful of teens' pretty well honestly. It was probably the fact most the teens were too damn cute to smash and she herself hadn't managed to push any rage buttons? Somehow.
Hell, she seemed to collect the jaded, very dangerous sorts didn't she? They could all hang out in this temporary abode with the vaguely feral children she was taming and the exhaustive runs to Costco to feed everyone like one big, twitchy family.
New fucking Brady bunch.
Or some psycho mutated Johnny Quest team, she wasn't sure where between the two things here fell these days.
Right, her mind was wandering. Great.
"I'm going to have to sleep soon, probably tomorrow night. There's safety protocols for that, the children will be secured with friends or family elsewhere, Kurt given his new job as a squire will likely insist on standing guard. You...should be fine if you don't go on the level below. You're more sensible than children," she chuckled softly, abandoning the notes. She'd have to reread them later when her brain was more up to snuff. "I know I've given you full access to the systems but the Dangerroom will be locked and running and you'll be unable to alter it during this time, any simulations you require at that time will have to wait." She tried to give what information she could?
Granted, he wasn't Logan, he couldn't smell the knofe edge of exhaustion and destruction on her, she had to work a moment to remember that. It was so strange dealing with...adults. Children obeyed, generally, because they trusted her. Except when they worried, hence sending them away. Adults needed reasons.
Right.
"I've severe PTSD we've been unable to stop and address at this point," she allowed finally, floating up to sit on air and stare into her mug rather than watch him poking at the tech around them. "And a distressing tendency to kill those who'd step in on nightmares."
Eh, maybe she was one of the monsters here, who knew some days? Lockheed would smack her if he wasn't curled up asleep with Witchling at the moment. The four year old slept better with the little dragon, so, she didn't have a hissy balance to her emotions at the moment. Another sign she'd be sleep crashing soon, the inability to keep the swings at arms distance.
Bah.
She was idly passing phantom fingers through the man's hair by the time she gathered her thoughts again; petting happened in their household. A lot. It was reflex, honest, that and the fact that touching someone solidly there when she was reclining in the air. Well, hopefully his various PhDs hadn't made him stuffy about contact. "Sorry, mind wandered. Obviously I need more coffee. If and when you figure out these machines I volunteer if you need a subject, my scars distress the kids." Yup. From the knife marks on her arms she hid under bracers, to the place Lockheed had peeled from her skin, not to meention the training she didn't remember in Japan...
...yeah.
Besides, she was always front most in events in the mansion. The rabid human shield the highschool had termed her.
Apt.
But scar reduction might be nice.
Ah, wandering again. "Definitely need more coffee."
