“Yah have no idea.”
She couldn’t help but laugh at that, thinking of all that would be waiting for her when she returned home tonight. The chaos of Xavier’s often seemed never ending an a break was occasionally well needed, but she still wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Ah love ‘em all dearly, but they can be quite a headache at times. Powers plus all those hormones an’ all.”
“No, Ah ain’t had one o’ those fo’ mahself since Ah stopped bein’ a student.” Not that she had ever really payed much attention to that. “As long as Ah’m back in time tah work tomorrow, Ah think Ah’ll be fine.”
Powers and hormones.
“I hadn’t even thought about that. You poor thing.” She’s frowning, still caught in the stasis of disbelief and something like pity. There’s a brisk movement of her arm, the flash of her wrist when she checks her watch. “I feel like I need to buy you a drink.”
She shifts her weight, edging toward the curb, eyes scanning the approaching traffic for an on-duty cab.
“Off the books, of course,” Maria’s speaking over her shoulder, arm lifted. Can’t have S.H.I.E.L.D. showing personal preference and all that.