"I don't get many requests for tea," she replied slowly as she lowered her bottle of window cleaner and rag. That voice was very familiar and it caused her to slowly turn so that she could face them. (And really, it was rude to talk to someone with your back to them.)

He was the scruffiest Charles Xavier that she had ever laid eyes on.

"Because you're new here?" She asked, her voice a little off-pitch.