<div class="floatleft">(https://d2nzqyyfd6k6c7.cloudfront.net/styles/nova_evo_landscape/s3/article/thumbnail/ashley_benson.jpg?itok=7ji-K5R3)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Domino<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Neena Thurman<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Main Lobby<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2019) - 2:35 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Hank Mccoy<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Open<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">(https://cdn-img-3.wanelo.com/p/bc1/0dc/b39/22c4a9cfa62860b77118e07/x354-q80.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Neena took a deep breath and adjusted her clothing after she finished getting all of the words out, trying to think if she missed anything or not. She didn't seem to be effected by his appearance at all. She was going to a school for Mutants after all, so her expectations where rather wide. Though she couldn't help but feel even smaller than normal with him towering over her small frame. No doubt he had that effect on fully grown men more often than not as well. A thought that brought a slight giggle out of the girl.<br/><br/>Looking up at him as the man spoke, she kept eye contact. There wasn't an ounce of fear or anxiety to be found in hers. She had come to rely on her good luck so much that she never worried about danger until it was shooting at her. Though they did let a bit of pain show in them as she moved her shoulder too quickly. Her right shoulder, the one to take the most of the impact when she fell as well as the one she used to brake through the window. The pain only showed for a brief second though, as she was both lucky enough to not do any real damage and had already treated the pain herself just before the tower of a man walked in.<br/><br/>It was evident that she wanted to say something when Hank spoke of drugs on campus. But after taking a few second pause she just smiled up to him and replied with a demure "Your house, your rules. No more smoking inside." Up until this point she was used to smoking where ever she wanted without anyone saying anything to her. But she was also used to spending her life hiding, not trying to be seen. And so she knew that things would change. "I would very much like to see my room, Mr...." Intentionally trailing off at the end when she realizes she hadn't heard his name yet. Padding across the floor to follow him, taking a mental note of how she is leaving the lobby. It seems like one would get lost easy in a building this big.