Melinda glared, but her eyes was similarly black like her whole skin, so it could not be seen, her emotions readable only for some with empathic ability. She was still hurting from the attack, if not phisically but emotionally. She just hated gunpowdered weapons, even if being used to shot some kind of force and not everyday bullets. This.. boy seemed to be too powerful to be untrained, and he needed more maturity, but maybe this place would help him become a good man one day. Hearing that he wanted to lead a group called Freedom Force, she snorted, then called out to Rowan, but hoped that this sniper also heard her words.<br/><br/>"I no longer care about his past actions. But he better be sure to grow up, violence is never a real option to make a problem go away. That is Magneto for you, and I would always be one of Xavier's girls."<br/><br/>She could understand him not wanting to hurt the weather witch, but hoped that Holly would not see him salivating on the sight of a swimsuited Ororo one day. It was enough that her thoughts was once picked up by Jean about Storm...<br/><br/>"Now, that everybody is peachy and bestest friends, I should go to my room and cry about some NOT spilled milk... or other yummy nectars..." then she left, leaving them all to finally have a little time to think, maybe to lay out in the sun... But the weather seemed to become somewhat stormy.