Crystal blue eyes shift between the growing crowd of women for a moment. She had begun to feel like easily the smallest woman in the group. Her eyes where on level with one of the dark-haired women, but she lacked any of the tone and apparent nimbleness. She glances down after a moment at her now slender dark brown arm. She trails off as she spoke the woman across from her, at the approach of yet another tall, and very muscular looking individual. She allows her eyes to travel the length of the newcomer's form. She was absolutely -breathtaking-.<br/><br/>She had caught herself looking in silence at the women around her as often as she look at the men, mostly stealing glances from afar, or quick looks accompanied by a swift turn of her head to mask her glance. Though this time she stares for several moments, an almost unearthly beauty surrounds the newcomer.<br/><br/><strong>To Avalon:</strong><br/><br/><strong><em>"You are not interrupting..."</em></strong>She begins in her baritone, accented voice.<strong><em>"We were just...."</em></strong><br/><br/>The sound of a tussle, of bodies hitting bodies, and the grunts and wet 'thumps' of fist-fighting draw her attention beyond the almost visionary young woman. The short-lived scuffle dissolving almost as soon as she looked over her clear blue eyes instead focus on the short young man who had emerged from the scuffle and was approaching them.<br/><strong><br/>To Logan:</strong><br/><em><strong><br/>"Ororo..."</strong></em>She points to herself, in way of introduction, her full, pillowy lips pressing into a disapproving, though strangely cute frown at the scuffled appearance of the newcomer male.<em><strong> "Was that fight -really- necessary?"</strong></em>She finds herself asking well before her common sense jumped in to tell her 'don't ask, it is none of your business.'