Fumes were gathered after crashing in one of the dorms for a nap. It had remained to be seen if the week itself would sew quickly into having a better time than before. With her nerves frayed by the moments that passed hours before, removing herself from the safest place her foster child could be seemed like the best idea after the day's earliest events. She wrung her hands upon pacing the lay of the mansion. Making sure rooms were what they truly are. Looking out of windows to see if those men in suits or worst something less suspecting like the jogger who tried to inadvertently include themselves into the park outing while with her foster kid, or worse yet, sentinel sightings that she had been made aware of a week or so ago. It never dawned upon her to check her phone nor the current system the entire house was running on to communicate through a laptop. Though when trying to find her way from the kitchen after making a pitstop to fuel her belly, she left out with a baggy of trail mix, and a bottle of water tucked between her arm.

The case of constant wandering after letting off some steam led her towards the foyer of the mansion. The one place that seemed to be unchanging in all of its incarnations. And when she was about to open the door to gather air, at least check the front lines for any sign of trouble, the thud was just as alarming once she managed to unlatch the locks in place. Shown right at the doorstep was a familiar face. More than familiar, one who looked visibly out of place despite actually living an out of place existence. In mid-chew she stepped shyly away with an air skid across the floor. Signs of Krakoa resigning back to its shared earth with a grumble of sorts, gave her pause. She sighed with narrowed eyes, suspiciously looking around as if expecting an intruder. Kindly a gently grip of his arm motioned him to hurry inside. "Alright, no one followed you did they?" She knew the descendent of the walking island would have stopped an unrecognizable visitor, but since Joseph arrived, albeit unannounced, she couldn't be too sure. Not with a government entity was desperately showing themselves. She was quick on her feet, a little abrupt, and paranoid enough to feel the need to check outside with a peep of her head out in a quick scan prior to closing the door.

Putting more than a few words together and ones that aligned with piecing who happened to show up, was taking more effort than she considered. At the top of her head, she knew who he was. One of Lou's friends, and therefore a very extension of what seems to be a found family to some degree. Only this time, that found family wasn't announcing himself as Joseph, but Angel. Warren to some who were from what was often a tumultuous timeline or other splintered timelines depending on who and what caused it. Out of it all, including the stress eating of a healthier choice, she was nearly dumbfounded. "Ororo, of course. The formalities tend not to stick when you live between two worlds or as it is, of two minds." She removed the water from her armpit and began un capping it to quench a bothered thirst.

She gave an empathetic tilt of her head, nodded, gathering what was said before pointing at him with the bottle in hand as a way of surveying his current appearance. "Which is true. They'll appear sometimes at the worst times. Apologies, a lot is on my mind and I just woke up not too long ago. Please...make yourself at home," as she hoped he could find comfort in the mansion's structures along with its abilities to trigger certain memories as not to allow him to feel as lost as he seemed to appear. Blues of her eyes were limited while squinting long enough to see the urgent like message idle against the screen of his phone. "Oh...OH goddess. The application..of mine must have sent it. I recognize that interface anywhere," she exclaimed and felt for her back pocket. Coming up empty of her phone, until it dawned on her that too was left in the quarters charging away. "Ms. Pryor, yes. You've done the right thing. How..is your head?" She nearly forgot the exchange earlier in the week over the interwebs with confusion of not knowing who Lou was and it made her snicker to herself.

There had to be some consolation to jumping in between names and she always gave some form of curtesy or at least tried to when approached by a new shifter, if they were known. Lips turned inward giving it a thought, just with a tap to her chin. "Use what feels comfortable to you, hm?" Everyone's time here was sensitive and had to be dealt with on a case by case basis. She understood that one more than anything at this length of time experiencing it all. Lola kept her head at a tilt, observing. Picking up any out of place behaviors but for all she knew this was as much as Warren as it was going to be, especially being without the one thing that set him apart from the people who walked this earth untouched by shifting occurrences.

She looked away from his question. Brows furrowed in disappointment and overall confusion. Clearing her throat she shook her head. "I would have no way of telling. Sadly, The professor nor Bobby has appeared hear for some time now. Not that I would have found out by now. Some of us don't appear as we may think they do. Logan is here. Rogue should be around. As you know, Ms. Pryor. Last month I could've sworn Jean was but I could've been mistaken by that one." Said with some sadness, the mutant family she had come to gain were never always in one place and could never recall a time that they were until the consciousness was disrupted and fell beyond the veil again to remain in a state of dormant prison. Possibly lost to another timeline or altered universe.

"Well I was just about to prepare some tea and go over some things. Maybe cook a bit since it isn't safe..for me to go home at current. If you like, I'd be happy to make you some as well." She offered and tightened the lid to her bottle of water. "Or tour the place. I'll just be in the kitchen if there's anything you need, alright?"

Lack of any rhyme or reason as why some acknowledge in memory never made it to the forefront, was always the mystery during these days. She sighed deeply thinking about all who were missing and those she was fond of wanting to reconnect with. To allow the other part to have more roots than what was already planted in a land that was never truly her home to begin with. It didn't make up from the sudden departure from the east coast to the newly and far more expensive west coast. But she managed. Adapted. And tried to help others do the same as much as was humanly possible. She didn't put pedal to her path quite yet, waiting for his answer. And when it was given, she had exactly something decent and quick in mind. On the departure from the foyer of the space, she glanced to the side and heard him out. Noticing that indeed he required sustenance than what he was probably getting.

"I know just what will stick to those bones of yours." She happily obliged, while en route to where she had once been earlier. "Maybe it will come with time or who you will come across. This place is a challenge to balance in between, even now to hide in plain sight with." She did go quiet during the way to the kitchen and by extension the cafeteria that was so different than other incarnations that sometimes she stopped to wonder how it would resemble if there weren't as many renovations or upgrades. Collectively, she had to gather her thoughts for a long winded re-telling of her early morning and one that she was afraid either affected the child in both she and her husband's care.

Just as she led the way into the homely cooking space, the lights were cut on and items she had on her were brought to one of the counters to rest while bopping around on air naturally to get cookware out, followed by ingredients for a breakfast fitted for any time of the day. "Well, you see. For some time now, or since the last year, it is believe to be a government presence opting to watch over us. I've had a run in with them last October and again, today." She spoke freely with some pauses on the matter. "They're very sneaky, as to be suspected but also a threat in my opinion, especially since they've had unpleasant encounters with two other people this week alone." She got out a mixing bowl to crack eggs into after washing then drying her hands on a towel. "You see, it's a recruitment phase and in my humble opinion, one that's motivated out of desperation. Possibly out of fear for what's to come. I was approached while out at the park with Soleil." She turned to meet Warren's gaze momentarily. "It almost went sideways and having someone innocent almost witness what could have happened, would bear much weight on anyone's conscience, especially a child who has been trusted to me for stability."

Coming to crossroads with autonomy and being of the present to overrule what is often the strongest part of a person, had its own set backs. She knew first hand as much as everything else. Who was in control and what ethics were fine lines crossed when the control had been overridden for selfishness without listening to the one's completely of ownership? "Owning is nice, it is. But this isn't our life to run amuck. We make sacrifices on both spectrums. Some of which might be the cross we carry but it is only right until complete unification happens. Just be conscience of the things you do while you are present. The consequences can be much for him to handle once you up and go." Everything was circumstantial and down right debilitating after coming through on the other side without that weight from a week's time.

She was getting into the groove of preparing boiling water for the grits, mixing eggs with add ins like diced green onions and cured ham. Not missing a beat to keep her rage meter at the center rather than driven upward because of the tense feelings the governmental system caused. "They send these emails out. Some receive them, some ignore them, or they'll end up as spam. That is correct so I've always wondered if they are working with or report to the entities that has put us here. And by here, I mean in San Francisco," she said in one gulp before turning away from a hot stove to await water to reach boiling. She folded arms across her chest and sighed.

"Sometimes their antics can be more evasive. Though they work in disguise, playing against good people's nature if it isn't straight forward. This instance, they approached by luring my ch--," she took a breather. "They used an opportunity and played upon it. Watching for a way in again. This time when both my guard is elevated and at the same time penetrable because of another factor. It was sloppy and grounds for near extinction if you ask me," she said with some hesitation. As a rule of no killing had been Ororo's moral standard but the pushing and prodding from multiple sources, not including CSA, that jeopardize an earned life, was one she was unsure she could commit to these days. "Just be careful is all I will say."

She gave a small nod. "It happens. Some of us are living day to day with the other without the boundary of one week out of a month. If you haven't been told already. It is referred to as an unveiling of sorts and it does have its own set of challenges if you think being in this form with or without abilities is one." She softly announced and on the matter, it did take its toll when harboring such a strong presence on a human frame. The biology seemed to change and even the process of thoughts or the way feelings were managed, all had their shift. Sometimes to favor the host or other times to favor the one being hosted. While prattling on about the small and maybe important details, she took a moment to think of how to present some known evidence before getting right back to work when a rolling boil was heard.

"We're talking about cross universe culprits. Thanos is rumored to be one of them. Or is I should say. He's the reason why some of us have...found ourselves in San Francisco if that is one thing to wrap a mind around. His posse of bandits visited us earlier this year after a gem was loose." While her back was turned, she went about the process of tempering the eyed measured grits poured in the pot. Leaving the bacon to the oven that was preheated, and letting the whisked eggs remain last. "Last year was someone else, not of our universe. I suppose there's a network of high ranking degenerates running the show and employing random underbosses. I do try to keep out of things but they always seem to find their way on the front door."

It was there while picking up a wooden spoon, she stuck the spoon in the pot and gradually stirred. Falling deep in the task as it took her mind off of the displacement scenario and how almost a year later, pieces were still left to be put together on how to move on. "Mhm, be careful." She mentioned in a whisper, almost as if distant from the moment until realized that she wasn't alone. "Good to know you are around if I haven't said so, Warren. Make the most of your time here, safely that is. Perhaps I'll see more of you in the next month."

Trouble was always going to be the constant factor. It moved unknowingly right when the safety was in place, pulling rug right from underneath. Others were aware and she believed the consciousness knew of this very same source of ongoing fate. Unpredictable and rightful to keep anyone upon their toes, as if there weren't other worries to be watchful of. Living through it was a testament to anyone involved but living with gloom and doom was high on the list of things to expect. It was best to inform him head on than not. She only raised hope that he took heed no matter what lined up in his direction. She lack the ability of foresight but was trained in listening to both the gut and the environment.

Agreeing was all she could do and swept through the remaining steps to bring what bit of food being prepared, to its final destination. "Thank you. It would be the day when or if I am not around. Always a question when. Thinking more about it is unsettling. Everything is almost done though," she announced with a safe look over the shoulder. A cloth napkin was grabbed from the other side of the counter, thrown over the shoulder while in pursuit of plates and silverware that was hiding away among cabinets in range.

She flit onward, settling a small score with the reduce head on the pot and found the tool to scramble the eggs in the pan that was elevated to the desired heat. Not too long after, while finishing up, she began setting the burners off, along with the oven, and pulled out the crispy bacon that begged to be drained. Since this was supposed to be comforting and a way of welcoming the one called Angel back, she kept to the roots of serving the hearty breakfast food as intent to coat both the stomach and soul. Food was plated and properly presented. "It shouldn't be salty and if you want cheese, you'll have to get it yourself," she waved the napkin around pointing towards the fridge that was in close range.