@fxgiens wanted Kate
Kate hated attending galas. Â There were too many people that thought too damn highly of themselves. Â Her heightened senses were overwhelmed from the perfume and cologne, the cocktails, the gourmet food, the clatter of silverware on china plates and voices, the flashy dresses and jewels, and the sea of faces. Â And on top of all this, she was back in the city that she had grown up in: New York. Â What a shithole.
Charles Xavier had come to this thing with the idea to speak with the elite politicians in New York, hoping to make some kind of headway in mutant-human relations.  He had asked Kate to join him.  Though he hadn’t told her why he’d wanted her there, she knew it was as a sort of security detail that could hide in plain sight. Â
Green hues drifted about the room, trying to take in as many faces as possible. Â She noted that there seemed to be a single photographer in the building. Â Kate would be a semi-happy camper if she could keep herself out of the press, but knowing this crowd, it would be hard to avoid.












