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@redpryor  Haven was not a mutant, but she was here at the school all the same. To recover among people who might be aware of what she'd been through and would actually believe it. To hide from authorities until that could be worked out, as she had been known as a terrorist to the government though not to the public (she'd strongly considered turning herself in, as she was guilty, but decided she could do more good in the world free than self-indulging in pointless penance) And, she supposed, to learn. Not learning what the students did, the control of their powers and general schoolwork, but having her own mind again, her own soul again, her own life again. To learn to be able to question, to consider, to see other perspectives as possibly right, something she had been blocked from for twenty years. She had been here just long enough to start learning faces, but she didn't know the one belonging to woman in garden on stone bench. And Haven wanted to meet everyone, to speak with everyone, to get to know everyone. Because everyone was so important and had so much to learn and to teach. As she got closer realized she did know the redhead's face, they just simply hadn't met. She recognized her in the same way one knows the face of a celebrity. When she was closer still, enough to speak at a normal conversational tone, she asked, "You're one of the x-men, aren't you? Marvel Woman? My name is Radha Dastoor, or Haven. I'm a somewhat recent resident, so I hope you don't mind the interrupting--I'm trying to become familiar with everyone." She hadn't thought Marvel Woman had been with the X-Men since Magneto took over, at least she hadn't seen her in photos, but perhaps she had returned to the team, or had gone from being a field fighter to a teacher, or something else. She supposed she'd find out in a moment.

@redpryor "Good reflexes." Rachel shrugged. "So...what did you do that required a babysitter?"