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visiting, continued
Dec. 1st, 2006 10:52 pm"There's debate whether to keep your here or move you to the Negative Zone."
"Hey, Emma. Great to see you too. You're looking remarkably dressed today. Let me guess, possessed by a demon with a sense of modesty?"
"Katherine, this is really not the time," Emma says, coldly, and sits across from her. "I am only here because Mr. Stark--"
"Thought you called him 'Tony'."
"--is an old friend of mine and vaguely sympathetic to your situation. Which, frankly, is a rotten one that you've put yourself in."
"I tend to do that."
"I have noticed. Too much time around Wolverine, I'm sure. Really, of all the role models you could have had, you had to choose the one with claws and a disregard for his own safety?"
"It was the cowboy hat," Kitty answers. "Totally the cowboy hat."
"Are you taking this seriously at--" and that's where Emma stops, because Kitty is looking at her without any humor at all from across the table.
"Emma, you really don't want to go there. Because seeing as I'm the one stuck in the fucking Genoshan collar, I think I'm pretty aware just how serious this all is."
"Mm," is the only response she's given, before Emma glances at the papers before her. "Jennifer Walters has agreed to represent you as well, if necessary. A few others are being interviewed. Your rights at this point are, to be frank, utterly up in the air."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning I have absolutely no idea what they'll give you and what they won't. And I doubt they have any idea either."
"Considerate of them."
"For the moment, you'll be kept here. As I said, they're unsure if they'll be moving you to Prison 42 yet or not. Your status as X-Man, among other things, has them cautious." There's silence, as she glances at another paper.
"We're asking," and it's almost--for Emma, anyway--softer, "for you to be allowed visitations. Considering the fact that you gave yourself up and were assisting the 198 in the process."
And that makes Kitty glance at her hands and just say, "Thanks."
Emma doesn't answer that. Just nods, and stands, gathering her papers into her briefcase.
"Keep," and it's close to a whisper, for Emma, "your shields up. Your natural ones--"
"I know." It's short, as Kitty glances back up.
Keeping telepaths out is second nature when your mind's not all in one spot.
When it is--when that's gone--you have to remember your training.
It's something to think on.
It's driving her nuts.
"Good." And only that, before a guard opensthe door and she walks out.
And Kitty is taken back to her cell to stare at the walls that are still there and still feel solid.
"Hey, Emma. Great to see you too. You're looking remarkably dressed today. Let me guess, possessed by a demon with a sense of modesty?"
"Katherine, this is really not the time," Emma says, coldly, and sits across from her. "I am only here because Mr. Stark--"
"Thought you called him 'Tony'."
"--is an old friend of mine and vaguely sympathetic to your situation. Which, frankly, is a rotten one that you've put yourself in."
"I tend to do that."
"I have noticed. Too much time around Wolverine, I'm sure. Really, of all the role models you could have had, you had to choose the one with claws and a disregard for his own safety?"
"It was the cowboy hat," Kitty answers. "Totally the cowboy hat."
"Are you taking this seriously at--" and that's where Emma stops, because Kitty is looking at her without any humor at all from across the table.
"Emma, you really don't want to go there. Because seeing as I'm the one stuck in the fucking Genoshan collar, I think I'm pretty aware just how serious this all is."
"Mm," is the only response she's given, before Emma glances at the papers before her. "Jennifer Walters has agreed to represent you as well, if necessary. A few others are being interviewed. Your rights at this point are, to be frank, utterly up in the air."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning I have absolutely no idea what they'll give you and what they won't. And I doubt they have any idea either."
"Considerate of them."
"For the moment, you'll be kept here. As I said, they're unsure if they'll be moving you to Prison 42 yet or not. Your status as X-Man, among other things, has them cautious." There's silence, as she glances at another paper.
"We're asking," and it's almost--for Emma, anyway--softer, "for you to be allowed visitations. Considering the fact that you gave yourself up and were assisting the 198 in the process."
And that makes Kitty glance at her hands and just say, "Thanks."
Emma doesn't answer that. Just nods, and stands, gathering her papers into her briefcase.
"Keep," and it's close to a whisper, for Emma, "your shields up. Your natural ones--"
"I know." It's short, as Kitty glances back up.
Keeping telepaths out is second nature when your mind's not all in one spot.
When it is--when that's gone--you have to remember your training.
It's something to think on.
It's driving her nuts.
"Good." And only that, before a guard opensthe door and she walks out.
And Kitty is taken back to her cell to stare at the walls that are still there and still feel solid.
