<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/0ace64f2-70c4-4a84-8238-612f751ca766/d47uzvp-944a6986-4240-442e-b1cd-302591e2f4bd.jpg/v1/fill/w_762,h_1049,q_70,strp/wanda_langkowski_aka_sasquatch_by_wardogs101_d47uzvp-pre.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Sasquach<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Wanda Langowski<br/><strong>Location</strong>:On the way to Class<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 11:20 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Thunderbird, and anyone else<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.beautiful-women-pedia.com/images/asdis-ran-12a.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/>o<br/>"I am .. still sorting things out on the dating front." Wanda said carefully. "And taken as we are Jimmy, who is initially more threatening? You, looking able to toss a bus without working up a sweat, or me.. who could ask some guy's 'what's my eye color' and get 'Uh.. D cup'" She said doing the last in her 'Canadian trucker' accent. "Now when I go all 'Quach.. things are different. You can still outrun me, but me topping out at 2000 pounds of white furred fury capable of tossing DC-10/30s and jumping four or five stories from a flat stop and capable of fighting the Hulk.. SHE's scary. Me? I'm a centerfold till I show my abilities."<br/><br/>"Still, a seperate set of eyes, and other sensory organs, could be helpful. You have superhuman senses and if you get a whiff of me at some of these spots. An old scent trail, say from the outfit I was wearing when they pulled me out of the East River, that could be very helpful. Not to mention, you're bullet resistant too. Now I don't want this to go all donnybrook if we can help it." She said as she unlocked her classroom and walked it, sitting on the desk and crossing her legs so she could face him. His flirting would have freaked her out not too long ago from her own point of reference, but she woke up a lot more at ease in her skin than she had been before losing that time. It was quite clear, given in her mental sessions with Charles or Jean that she was female in the mindscapes they pulled her into. Not much on the memory front came of those, but she rebuild the mental barriers that had been breached by whoever did this to her. She wasn't the literal 'open book' she had been when they brought her to Westchester. "If you want to see me in a little black cocktail dress you will have to work harder." She teased back as she opened her email as a cover to recover from his open and blatant hit on her. He was smoother she had been as Walter at least.<br/><br/>"I wonder what I'm classified as under these new laws. One way I'm .. a mutant of sorts, a child of human and divine parentage, and another I'm an utterly alien thing to American Officials. I'm a Canadian with a valid work visa." She grinned. "They kick me out of my teaching job, after all my AMERICAN degrees have been reinstated.. I could find work elsewhere. I think I got Hefner's number around somewhere." She grinned a bit wider at that. "Oh, if I make a round of stops tonight if you want. You want to do Italian working class dive bar in Little Italy, Strip Club in Harlem or Crazy yet Fashionable Club in Soho."