A slim hand would rise to her features, sliding her hair out of her blue eyes as she rearranged herself in her seat, looking toward the head of the table at Magneto with interest. The former look of worry gone as she calmed herself, something one learned to do after just a small bought of anger could cause a hurricane to come rolling in off the coast. Waiting for their leader to speak, she folded her hand in her lap, her head tilted off to the side only slightly at the noise issuing from the rooms near them, giving way to the obvious new arrivals. Worries. More mutants whose lives could be risked, who could die because of today's look upon them like they were scum. But they were not! The thoughts raged in her mind for only a moment before she doused them. A smile appeared on her lips as she nodded to Wolverine sitting nearby. They were all friends here, after all.
"Magneto. If I may be excused for a bit." her voice was calm, having gathered herself together. However, it was times like this that her severe claustrophobia hit her hardest. The news of the girl she had treated as her own daughter having died struck her hard.
Of course though, the same feeling of claustrophobia would course through her body. Looking at Wolverine she would give him a harsh glance, though an even harsher one toward Magneto. Of course, Wolverine would be the first to stand up and take action before thinking things through, shaking her head she leaned back, looking at them. "We can't make rash decisions just because we found another body. If we did so, we would be running about at all times of the day."
With this she would look pointedly at Wolverine before looking over at Magneto "I am going to suggest we leave after we get the new children settled in. We, being who I am not sure." at this she shrugged softly, her breathing still slightly raised as she tried to calm down. It seemed that the walls were closing in, and the anger rolling off of Wolverine in waves wasn't helping her.
The woman wasn't unnerved by any of the men in the room. Having lost her own man, none of her higher-ranking mutants could set her on edge, even if they tried. "What do you have in mind Maverick?" she asked politely, opening to white orbs to gaze up at him. However much it seemed she was looking at him, her mind was now over the east coast, shifting through the clouds.