Martin's jaw dropped for a moment.  Here stood a well-known X-Men who had more than established herself in the mutant community.<br/><br/>"I.. I'm sorry, Ms. Powers.  I didn't recognize you out of your costume." Martin stated bluntly<br/><br/>Martin subconsciously began using his power to subtly make the light around his suit grow brighter, thus diverting attention from his quickly reddening face.<br/><br/><em>"This is why I hate social gatherings.  I always end up making  fool of myself."</em>Martin thought loudly in his own head.<br/><br/>"You know how it is." Martin said trying to brush off the situation, "Most of the people here would prefer to be in costume fighting mutant oppression than dressed up for a wedding."<br/><br/>"Not that this wedding is a great thing!  Or that we want there to be mutant oppression to fight!" Martin stumbled, blushing so hard his face was quickly becoming cherry red.<br/><br/><em>"How can it be that mom and dad are so good at dealing with people and I'm a walking faux pas?"</em>Martin thought.<br/><br/>"So what time did you get in, Ms. Powers?  And yourself, Ms. Summers?" Martin said trying to regain his dignity.<br/><br/>"I assume things have been uneventful for you both... relatively speaking." Martin stated more than asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.<br/><br/>