The tall, African woman shifts her gaze away from the Watcher. Her long neck turning slightly to allow her to focus her crystal blue eyes onto the profile of the young woman who stood to her side. She was pretty, and she could -easily- see the resemblance to the woman she knew as Emma Frost. The same narrow, slightly upturned nose, perfectly shaped lips, tapering, chiseled jawline, and also the piercing blue eyes.<br/><br/>She opens her full lips for a moment, intakeing an audible breath as she prepares to speak. Though as her own crystal blue eyes focus on the young woman, with tears streaming down her cheeks, the look of frustration in not being able to do what needed to be done to save her friends, her loved ones was one that she knew all too well. She extends one of her bared, chocolate-brown arms and gently rests the weathered palm of her right hand onto the back of the young blond woman, patting her gently.<br/><br/>Offering this small, physical comfort she turns her attention back towards the Watcher, to see what the being had to say.