OOC: very well... ::clears her throat:: Ahem...
IC: Ororo steps out of the lab, stern and resolute as always. Her eyes hold a fear that her body struggles to mask. She makes her way down the stark corridors of the school's basement. Stepping into the elevator she depresses the button that will carry her to the living quarters. After a short uneventful ride, the door slides open and she heads for her room. Upon arrival she selects a pair of jeans from the closet, a t-shirt, and a light jacket. She dresses quickly, wondering if the speed really is necessary. Clutching the keys to her car, she exits her room passing a few students on the way to the garage. ~Hold on Hank, I'm on my way.~ She heads toward the mall.
IC: Ororo steps out of the lab, stern and resolute as always. Her eyes hold a fear that her body struggles to mask. She makes her way down the stark corridors of the school's basement. Stepping into the elevator she depresses the button that will carry her to the living quarters. After a short uneventful ride, the door slides open and she heads for her room. Upon arrival she selects a pair of jeans from the closet, a t-shirt, and a light jacket. She dresses quickly, wondering if the speed really is necessary. Clutching the keys to her car, she exits her room passing a few students on the way to the garage. ~Hold on Hank, I'm on my way.~ She heads toward the mall.