Back at the Hotel Wundagore

[house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com]

"That's right. Count backwards from ten Ms. Lensherr."

The leather pouch is rolled flat on the surface of the bed. Each vial within is carefully hand labeled in an archaic German script.

Raven sits on the bed next to the green haired woman, gently holding one hand. She's wearing a maternal face with a faint hint of an Eastern European background. She unties the tournaquet from Lorna's upper arm and gives the girl's hand a gentle pat.

A stone knife sits behind Raven's back, out of the girl's sight. The room is suspiciously bare of any form of metal.

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[exiles-2h.livejournal.com]

"But we're not all that important," protests Lorna. Something in the woman's eyes makes her unwilling to tug too hard or otherwise make a break for it. "Not by ourselves, anyway. Just because of who we're related to...."

The blood drains out of her face. "Baruk adonai," she whispers.

[spidey2099.livejournal.com]

Spidey squints.

"Barak O-what?"

[exiles-2h.livejournal.com]

"God." Lorna buries her face in her hands, her breathing now unsteady. "Oh, God."

[house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com]

The hand on her wrist shifts slightly without tightening. Mystique is once more in reach of the stone knife slightly behind her back.

"Tell me your fatal loins have not already experimentally united."

[exiles-2h.livejournal.com]

Lorna's head flies up. "No! No, that's not it, and no, we haven't." She looks very offended at the suggestion.

[house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com]

"Ms. Lensherr, believe it or not, we are genuinely trying to help you - and your entire world."