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Nita's outside, running around the lake. Because when you're running, you don't have to be thinking.

Eventually, though, she'll have to stop. Feel free to catch her.

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She halts, and blinks, and accepts the water.

"Thanks."

"Quite a run you have there. Good stride and pace."

Hank nods. Then he reccollects himself and gives a half-bow.

"Doctor Henry McCoy, PhD,. Call me Hank or the Beast, your call. Today the outside is very refreshing."

"Thanks." She drinks some of the water, and sketches a bow in return. "Nita Callahan. Wizard." Another drink. "It's starting to get a little chilly, but it's not bad."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Callahan. I rarely notice the cold these days. Fur is good for something. Scientist, adventurer, cop, diplomat and super-hero, if we are stating current employment."

She quirks half a smile. "That's quite a resume."

"A man has to keep busy. Oh and I suppose I should add tio that Milliways frequent flyer as well. This is fast becoming my favorite place to relax."

She raises her eyebrows. "Wait 'til you have to deal with a werewolf attack."

"Jack Russel apologized profusely for ruining my dinner jacket, but he was the gentlest of those I have met. Werewolves are not scarce on my world."

She chuckles. "Well, okay, so the werewolf might not be a problem for you. Though to be fair, that only happened the once, to my knowledge."

"Understood. Life is ever a strange place. Are you a visitor here as well? Or one of the Bound?"

"I'm Bound," she replies with a nod. "It's not bad, but it's not home, y'know?"

"I understand. I was exiled from hoem for a long time. It is never easy."

Her eyebrows go up again. "You were exiled? What happened?"

"On my world I am a mutant and most do not view us with anythign other than suspicion at best. Our home was destroyed and we were on the run for quite some time."

Hank sighs, remembering.

"Thankfully, all things end."

Her eyes widen a little as her brain finally makes the connection between "Beast" and "superhero" and "mutant." Well, it's Dairine who reads the comics, not her. Usually.

But she keeps her mouth shut on that particular revelation and gives him a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry. But you guys are. . . more stable, now?"

"Indeed, with a liscence to operate as a police-type force and a rep growing as super-heroes, life becomes a little easier. The mansion hss been rebuilt for the Nth time and the students come in and learn."

"The mansion?"

'Yes the school is on the ground of a mansion estate owned by one Charles Xavier, our esteemed founder. It is currently run by his heir, Scott Summers."

She nods. "So you teach there? What subjects?"

"Mostly advanced Science and mathematics. But also English and a few other courses. I enjoy teaching almost as much as I do being in my lab."

"Wow. Definitely a man of many talents."

"I sleep little, and love children. I enjoy working with them to teach them and se them blossom."

She quirks a smile. "That's awesome. The worlds need more good teachers."

Hank grins.

"I never said i was good."

He laughs.

"I agree wholeheartedly. teaching is an artform."

"Well, teachers who enjoy what they're doing, anyway," she replies with a slightly wider smile.