CYCLOPS.

"c'mon now, don' look at me like dat." Remy looked defensive. "y'aint never had 'gator?" the meat sizzled in a pan over the stove, looking indistinguishable from little chicken nuggets. Didn't taste like 'em though. Gator had its own thang goin' on. Little bit like chicken, but not quite, "And yer lookin' at me like I'm weird." he scoffed. "y'know what they say, don't knock it 'til you tried it." he gave the pan a lil shake, rollin' the bites onto the other side to get 'em good and golden brown all over.

Scott didn't wipe the look off of his face, even at Remy got more defensive over his cajun cuisine as the seconds ticked by. "I'm looking at you like you're trying to talk to me about eating gator instead of everything going on."

"Good to know some things never change. Mutants are still going to be hated no matter the universe."

"I don't think moping around about it is going to change anything, Raven." At least, Scott could only assume this alternate version of Mystique was still Raven. He wasn't sure what to expect anymore.

Scott smiled at the other man from underneath his red shades, trying to keep his expression sympathetic as he shrugged. "I can at least reassure you that all of you who were displaced are in good hands. We're going to figure this out."

Scott was tempted to reach out towards the dog to pet it. It was instinctual, really, even if he knew that he was technically working. But he managed to hold himself back as he instead offered both of them a soft smile. "No, I'm not allergic. At least, I don't think I am."

"You can ask as many questions as you'd like, but I can't promise answers. I can, however, offer tea. Let's start small."

"Are you actually a witch? Or is that just in the name?" Scott started playfully, but he realized after the words came out that they could be taken the wrong way and quickly backtracked. "Because I go by Cyclops, but... well, you know.."

"Considering the fact that some people were running around recklessly creating incursions, none of this should be a huge surprise. Unfortunate, yes, but not entirely out of left field."

"None of you are going to go anywhere if all the pointless fighting goes on. I don't think it really matters who caused all of this at this point."

"Actually, I wouldn't recommend getting any closer. Goose is..." Carol glanced towards the Flerken. "Not actually a cat. There's enough going on without bringing tentacles into the mix."

"Heard that." Scott tried to offer up a smile, but it faltered a bit as he continued to glance back and forth between the 'cat' and Carol. "I was just coming to introduce myself. To you, not Goose."

"Nothing like the multiverse to make you feel redundant. Two sets of Avengers, three thunderbolts teams... it's a powder keg destined to blow."

"And apparently two sets of mutants, too. There's nothing redundant about what the mutants of your Earth have gone through, though.."

"—I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" Reed was easily distracted from conversation on good days, but with so much going on he was finding it more difficult than usual to stay present when being spoken to. He had no idea if he had just been asked a question, yelled at, made fun of, or maybe even all of the above.

"I said that the X-Men are here for whatever you might need. I know it can't be easy, having all of this on your plate."

"—No, no. As interesting as that is, I'm going to stop you right there. New reality plus no caffeine equals me being not interested right now."

"--well, I don't have coffee. I don't think anyone's been in this facility for a long time. All of it is expired."

"I don't see how you not knowing who I am is my problem. It's not my fault if you're uncultured, is it?"

"Believe me, I know who you are.." Even if Scott sometimes wished he didn't, there was no reality where he wouldn't recognize Emma Frost.

"I get that the term mutant may seem weird at first. Homo superior definitely isn't much better. People are just big into labels. But I promise, we're not scary. Well, most of us aren't."

"All of this seems weird to them. Part of me feels like it always will." Scott mused quietly, getting a little lost in his thoughts for a few seconds before blinking himself back into the conversation at hand.

"Should I be offended that I don't exist in this reality? I feel a little offended."

"Is this a bad time to make an introduction?" Scott chuckled a little awkwardly before pausing and holding his hand out towards the girl. "Scott Summers."

"This variant thing is... a lot. Don't get me wrong: I'm decently self-confident. My variant just may be cooler? I don't know. Is anyone else having this experience? I'm still processing."

Scott paused at that for a long few seconds before playfully shrugging at Kitty with a soft smirk on his lips. "Maybe a little. From what I've heard of my variants, I think I'm doing an okay job at being me."

"Oh, please. The X-men are a bunch of boy scouts. We're not all hopeless like that."

"God, you all even sound like him, now." Scott pointed out with an critical eye roll. "The X-Men are not hopeless."

"When you spend a decent chunk of your life surrounded by demons it becomes hard to be fazed. But please, do your best."

"From what I've heard, you're right. It doesn't sound like there's much that can phase you all anymore. I'm sorry... about Krakoa."

"I used to believe that we stood at the beginning of the end. Now everything is new and uncharted." Although Irene was reluctant to admit it, her visions hadn't exactly been steady since they had arrived on Earth-Prime. There was a pause before her head titled to the side. "The question on your lips? Don't ask it. I see far, but I make no guarantees. Not right now."

Scott would've thought he'd be used to telepaths and mind reading by now, but Destiny's powers were unlike anything he'd ever seen. "You really have no idea whether or not you all will get back home?"