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So, first off, Caroline's mad. That's the thing that gets her, she's mad, and she's not been this kind of mad-at-the-world in a while. She's in the gym, and she's managed to actually mess up one of the punching bags but she's moved to another so she can try and blow off steam.

Well, half blow off steam, and half get better at this, so that her age isn't so much of an overriding factor that she wasn't a better sort of pick then two humans. Let's see Cuthbert go up against Logan, or Klaus, or Mystique, and honestly she wasn't really one to blow her own horn and stack up her powers for her being capable, but it wasn't just her powers. She'd gone up against the Hulk, and was pretty well fine. She could handle herself. She'd died a bunch of times, she wasn't exactly jumping at shadows in the dark. She's trying hard, and she's here, and it's everything that everybody's shown her in this sort of weird mishmash of steps and movements that mixed between human-fast and faster than, and Logan said it was like stacking marbles.

She's sweating and glaring, and really it looks like the bag's personally offended her, but she'll figure it out later - except, of course, she hears the woosh of the door and she turns on a dime, glaring - somewhat without reason - at whomever's in the doorway.

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Caroline sits there, and her brows furrow and she's looking at Mystique like she's going to have some answers because if anybody's gone through those three things-- Obviously she was a teenager (for real, not just because she looked like one) at some point, and she's a woman, and blue skin says not human, way more obviously than Caroline's issues marked her as not the same-- it's Mystique. There isn't another woman on the station who can say the same thing, and it calms her down some, but she's just tired of all this crap.

"I'm not useless," she says, and she stops a second after that, because she realises fully that Mystique didn't say that, and it's a loaded set of reasons why she said that to start with, but she shakes her head. "I know it's not high school, believe me." Her words are measured, because she's used to have to explain herself. "All I meant was that it's not like I can't do this, and if I really can't, I don't get why they chose, why people who I haven't fought with, who haven't seen what I can do, who don't even know me are making the decisions. If it was you or Logan or Klaus then it would make sense. You know? It would make sense, and none of it makes sense, and you know what? Cuthbert smells like a bar half the time! He's missing an eye! Which, I mean, there's nothing wrong with missing an eye, but being drunk and missing an eye? Good! Good. Just have the drunk guy with no peripheral vision who can't be more than a few years older than me guarding the crazy guy! Good plan!"

She runs her hands over her face, her voice lowering again, because the end of that? The end of that had gotten into the Why isn't anybody listening to me sort of volume. "Klaus is different," she said after a second, "And Erik..." She trailed off. "We've talked," she says flatly, and from the sourness of her tone, you could see exactly how well that had gone. "But go ahead," she says after a second, because she really, honestly wants to know what Mystique has to say.