The Roof, Sunday Afternoon

[icecoldfrost]

After a week spent hiding recuperating in her room, Emma was starting to go insane. There was only so much sleeping or reading she could do while staring at the same four walls, and the powers-hangover she'd had from her 'adventure' was finally starting to fade enough to make going outside seem appealing.

Pack of Gitanes in-hand, she fled to the roof. The fresh air and sunshine were exactly what she needed after so much time indoors, and a girl had to feed the nicotine addiction sometime.

[Open roof, open post, yes!]

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[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"T'would be terribly embarrassin' were I t'get lost over there," George agreed. Pure innocence. Of course. "Would ye know anyone who might be so kind, lass?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Do you know Jean Grey?" Special Hell, Emma Frost. "Very helpful young lady, usually disgustingly cheerful -- " unless she was Disapproving of something at someone, "-- but possibly somewhat..." Emma waved a hand near her head. "Simple."

"If it's a sightseeing tour with all the chatter you could possibly want, Jean would be your girl."

Trying to traumatize the ginger? Definitely. But while Emma liked George, she wasn't taking him on any tours of her city until she had a better handle on how far she could trust him.