He doesn't even have a lab set up yet, so they aren't drawing on too much power needs.
"I've been working with a company that specializes in assistive technology for people with disabilities. Until recently it was a prosthetic limb project with a version of Dr. Otto Octavius not of our world. We were... doing well."
And Otto was gone now, which was a strangely sore spot for him. He'd come to love the old guy. But he's pulling his AR glasses out and already turning a tiny bit of his attention to compiling a full report on the history of this world, his own role in events, and all the important things about Starfallen Meta conflicts for her to read on her own time. Because he was, if nothing else, detailed in reporting. She might have no team here, no councils, but she was still ingrained in his mind as a superior in some ways and he would give in to implied requests from her easier than most of the mutants of her generation.
She's frankly lucky she wasn't Jean-Paul. If it had been his actual boss he'd have provided coffee first and done his lengthy debrief immediately.
"It was nice, turning my abilities here to helping other people, especially after all we were doing on Krakoa and the sorts of things I learned from Forge and Sage. But now it's a bit more difficult. Come on, kitchen's this way. And it's no intrusion. I invited you."
Another curl of his fingers and there's the hovering light at his side again. He'd been pleased at the practical use. As he does so he raises his voice, calling out on the way toward the kitchen from the entry hall.
"Beloved! If you're home please make yourself decent. We've got a visitor. I'll be in the kitchen making tea. And coffee. Both is good. And if you are around, a fire in the living room wouldn't be amiss."
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"I've been working with a company that specializes in assistive technology for people with disabilities. Until recently it was a prosthetic limb project with a version of Dr. Otto Octavius not of our world. We were... doing well."
And Otto was gone now, which was a strangely sore spot for him. He'd come to love the old guy. But he's pulling his AR glasses out and already turning a tiny bit of his attention to compiling a full report on the history of this world, his own role in events, and all the important things about Starfallen Meta conflicts for her to read on her own time. Because he was, if nothing else, detailed in reporting. She might have no team here, no councils, but she was still ingrained in his mind as a superior in some ways and he would give in to implied requests from her easier than most of the mutants of her generation.
She's frankly lucky she wasn't Jean-Paul. If it had been his actual boss he'd have provided coffee first and done his lengthy debrief immediately.
"It was nice, turning my abilities here to helping other people, especially after all we were doing on Krakoa and the sorts of things I learned from Forge and Sage. But now it's a bit more difficult. Come on, kitchen's this way. And it's no intrusion. I invited you."
Another curl of his fingers and there's the hovering light at his side again. He'd been pleased at the practical use. As he does so he raises his voice, calling out on the way toward the kitchen from the entry hall.
"Beloved! If you're home please make yourself decent. We've got a visitor. I'll be in the kitchen making tea. And coffee. Both is good. And if you are around, a fire in the living room wouldn't be amiss."