<div class="floatleft">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/450/dep_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Katerina De Leon<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Teletrix.  (Not chosen)<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance.<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Wreck Natasha.  Open.<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Margie had thoroughly knocked silent by Katerina's memory of how she had gotten into this mess to begin with.  There was only one place in New York that she could have been going for and that was Xavier's School for the Gifted, or more appropriately called, the X-Men School for Mutants.  Either way you sliced it, it was still the same thing in the end.  But whatever the older woman might have said didn't get a chance to come out as Natasha came over to them and the older woman left to help Aaron with the fire, leaving the two women alone for now.  Katerina sat up straight and groaned softly as her ribs gave her trouble, but it was her migraine beating in time with her heart that was the more pressing issue at the moment.  "Where do I even....begin?"  Katerina asked in turn, referencing more than her physical aches but she sighed and took a steadying breath, ashamed that she had almost snapped on the doctor before her.  She didn't share Wreck's trust issues.  She saw the medical supplies and the way Natasha took command of their medical needs and that was enough for her.  She had had an aunt with a brain tumor before all this had come about, she knew more than she ever wanted to know about doctors and how cold and clinical some of them could be, like the bastard that had been 'treating' her aunt before she slipped into a coma and died a couple of months later.  Again though Katerina took a breath and did her best to calm herself, finding Natasha's presence far more soothing than was probably natural given they had only just met.  Was she perhaps another survivor of Judgment?<br/><br/>Whatever the case, she met the older woman's face and found she couldn't help but feel a bit turned on by the catsuit she wore.  She blushed crimson briefly and shook her head to clear it of those particular thoughts before finding her voice once again.  "Several cracked if not broken ribs on both sides of my chest, left arm is broken I'm sure of that, my right shoulder was dislocated but that was fixed before you showed up, and I have a...really bad migraine.  That however is due to....my recent telekinetic manifestation as the others here can attest to.  I was injected with that serum....same as most everyone here, the big guy included if I had to guess since he was the one I tried to bury alive and he climbed out of the rubble as if nothing happened."  She held out her right hand, keeping her left close to her body since it hurt to move too much even then.  "Sorry, I guess when the end of the world comes around manners seems to go right along for the ride.  My own name is Katerina De Leon, it's...a pleasure to meet you Natasha, or should I call you Doctor Evans?"  She managed to crack a small smile by some small miracle, her red and blue eyes showing her amusement ever so briefly before it disappeared once more.  "I take it....you're like me then?  You survived Judgment when others didn't?"  She asked, meaning she was a mutant as well but she didn't realize just how much trauma the good doctor herself had been through before coming here.  It would be the same song and dance for most everyone they came across that wasn't part of Apocalypse's 'Vision.'