"Who are you?" The professor's voice was anguished, his eyes full of horror for what she had gone through.
"Who am I?" Her response was emotionless. "That doesn't matter. I am a mistake, a statistic, an experiment, a weapon. A wife, a friend, a human. My story is no worse than many others, though most are better than mine." She looked at him again, and her eyes were smoldering with something that, despite all his knowledge and empathy, he couldn't quite place. "But as I said, at the moment I need the help of the X-Men. I chose to break in, so you would know how much I can handle on my own."
And considering it had taken him and Jean to hold her still and Beast to knock her out, he was sure she could handle quite a bit. "I see. And just what do you need our help with?"
She sighed and slumped in the restraining chair. Instead of answering, she closed her eyes and said, "Look for yourself." And with that, it was as if a door was opened in her thoughts. Somehow she had been partially blocking him without his knowledge. However, his wonder at that disappeared when he began to understand her mental message.
Whatever the message was, it never made it onto paper, and so is lost to posterity.
Probably a good thing.
Also, between graduation and birthday gifts, I have $335 I'm supposed to spend on myself. I am contemplating burning $250 of it on the 5 volume set of Manly Wade Wellman omnibuses, because volume 1 is available separately only for $235--and that's used. So's the set, but I don't mind a little wear, and it's definitely a bargain. What say you?