<hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Carol and Ororo, the level headed ones.</span><br/><hr/><br/>The white-haired, dark-skinned girl glances to her side as someone steps next to her, and speaks. She finds herself twisting her head to glance at the newcomer. She was utterly -gorgeous-. Standing for several moments, the ordeal escaping her mind for the duration she admires the feminine, and chiseled profile of the newly arrived blond woman. Dark eyes, a perfect creamy complexion along with carefully styled golden hair.<br/><br/>Many of the males she had noticed where captivated by the large, well muscled blond woman with the hammer at her hip. And while she found the taller woman friendly and personable she was not quite as attractive as this newly arrived woman was, to her at least. She allows her clear blue eyes to dip downward for a moment and appraise the perfectly kept school uniform that was worn by the similarly tall blond. Every piece of the fabric hung perfectly on her form, a distinctly feminine form at that.<br/><br/>Her silence breaks as she realizes she -had- been outright staring at the newcomer, she turns her face back towards the group of letter-jacket wearing men, her full, pillowy lips spreading into a small smile to match the friendly attitude of the other woman standing in between the two groups.<br/><br/><em><strong>"Please, listen to my friend... There is nothing to be gained by anyone for continuing this standoff."</strong></em>