[ When it's all over, Jean exhales -- she has never felt such incredible, coursing power through another person, an unfamiliar name coming to the fore. She doesn't know who Strucker is, but she understands enough from the swirl of her thoughts, her own presence a gentle, curious one. They are kindred, she thinks, and Jean cannot help but be immediately drawn to that silver laughter in the wake of unimaginable horror.
She smiles then, taking a deep breath (careful not to take too deep ones, because the stench from the dead thing is acrid) and unable to hide her fascination with the other woman. Wanda is scarlet and destruction and change, and the first person aside from the professor that she truly doesn't need to hide from. ]
I like you, too. [ She says without thinking, her eyes bright. ] That was incredible. You were out here protecting people?
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She smiles then, taking a deep breath (careful not to take too deep ones, because the stench from the dead thing is acrid) and unable to hide her fascination with the other woman. Wanda is scarlet and destruction and change, and the first person aside from the professor that she truly doesn't need to hide from. ]
I like you, too. [ She says without thinking, her eyes bright. ] That was incredible. You were out here protecting people?