<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CD1UIB1.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>:  Puck<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>:  Meggan Puceanu<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Infirmary<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>:  Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 1210 PM<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Mystique, Bishop, Angel, Gambit<br/><strong>Content</strong>:  Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Old camo jacket, faded blue jeans, blue spaghetti strap tank-top, converse shoes<br/><hr/><br/>Another odd feeling filled her for a moment, it was a mixture of so many other emotions that it distracted her from what was going on for a moment, though she had presence of mind enough to step out of the way for Mystique and Bishop so they could pass by if they wanted.  The closer they were the stranger she felt.  She looked to them both as they passed by, a strange intensity in her eyes as she gazed deeply into theirs.  There was something complicated between those two, she eventually decided, but didn't want to dwell on it for now.  Instead she turned her attention to the others that still remained in the infirmary, her eyes narrowing into a scowl as she put her hands on her hips.<br/><br/>"We ought to be<em>helping</em>people that come looking for help!  I donno what you all have in your heads, but she's scared and alone and she came to<em>us</em>.  It don't matter one whit what's chasin' after her, we put ourselves in danger all the time--some of us just by walking down the street!  Or maybe we should just turn away every mutant that comes to us?  I.  Just.  Ugh!" she ends in frustration.  Her attention was focused mostly on Gambit, of course, Angel at least either seemed ambivalent to the situation or was being polite enough to keep his internal feelings to himself.