<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Storm and Ms. Marvel, talk business... at least a little</span></strong><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://img708.imageshack.us/img708/351/92585154194stormsuper.jpg)</div>The knock at the open door caused the dark-skinned teen to look upwards with her crystal blue eyes. She did not wear a mask or anything that concealed her very noticeable and exotic features. There was little doubt that she was doing much to conceal her identity other than to keep a low profile. Her dark lips part into a wide smile as she waves the tall, attractive blonde woman inside.<br/><br/>Her blue eyes trail down the slender, curved form of the knockout of a super-heroine for a moment before quickly darting back up to focus on the small mask she wore, or the eyes beyond that mask.<strong>"It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Storm, the student-coordinator."</strong>She introduces herself. The long blond hair, and stunning if slightly familiar looks of the woman tugged at her mind. However she simply allowed he woman to speak without making accusations about 'hey you look familiar'. She rises from the desk and steps around the simple looking piece of furniture, hand still outstretched in greeting.<br/><strong><br/>"I absolutely love your outfit, it makes my own seem quite plain by comparison."</strong>