Unfortunately, most of the 'good' voices in her head? Still wanted control. Not to overrule her but, in a way, 'for her own good.' Scott, for instance, was guilty of that. Or Scott's voice in her head. Or... whatever.
At least she didn't have that right now. She just had the people she'd touched since she came here to deal with.
And that question... Well. Like Hell she was answering honestly. That sometimes -- just sometimes -- when Sands got too loud, there was a sharp Cajun voice to tell him to shut up. Someone to back her up. Which was... weird. Knowing that was Gambit. Who'd tried to kill her. And kidnapped her. And been dumb enough here to kiss her.
"You shut up there 'bout as good as you do normally. Just as damn annoyin', too."
And yet. She was here. She'd come after almost no invitation, both to check on him and because she felt safe here. Because there wasn't anyone she could hurt. Gambit could hold his own against her, she was sure.
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At least she didn't have that right now. She just had the people she'd touched since she came here to deal with.
And that question... Well. Like Hell she was answering honestly. That sometimes -- just sometimes -- when Sands got too loud, there was a sharp Cajun voice to tell him to shut up. Someone to back her up. Which was... weird. Knowing that was Gambit. Who'd tried to kill her. And kidnapped her. And been dumb enough here to kiss her.
"You shut up there 'bout as good as you do normally. Just as damn annoyin', too."
And yet. She was here. She'd come after almost no invitation, both to check on him and because she felt safe here. Because there wasn't anyone she could hurt. Gambit could hold his own against her, she was sure.