I went shopping this evening once everyone was all settled in. I wanted some time to myself. I also wanted to prove to myself that I am brave enough to be closetless in this violent mutant-hating world.

No flaming torches anywhere. A few funny looks. A few stares. Cocky telepath on the subway mistook me for Brotherhood. So it goes.

A new summer dress. Very flowy. I should probably not try and fly in it.

But I'm still fighting the good fight, and not just in the way that we all did today saving our people from those -- miscreants -- at the gladiatorial games. Young mutant, control issues, clothes in tatters, terrified of getting caught ... so I gave him a breath of fresh air and told him to call us.

We're still reaching people. We're doing what needs to be done. And I can do that even with my name darkened and my face stolen and my genetics public knowledge.

( 'I'd imagine your day job brings with it as many aggravations as mine.' (Regan, Adel, Bahir, Jessan, Gustav) )