"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, miss Blaire." A smooth hand was extended and Ali took it, squeezing it firmly. "It's regrettable it could not have happened sooner."
"Yeah, well..." Ali shrugged. "You were dead, I was dead; the timing was all wrong."
"Yes." Professor Charles Xavier chuckled, gesturing for the young woman to sit, appraising her from across a large mahogany desk. "But here we both are now, and with much to discuss if I'm not mistaken."
"Well, you're not." Ali scratched her head and leaned back on her chair, glancing around the large office and then back at Charles. "I'd like to join the X-Men."
"Yes." Charles nodded, pursing his lips. "Logan suggested you might. I must say I'm glad to hear it." He offered a thin smile. "These are dark days for us, and I'm glad for all the help we can get."
"Yeah, well," Ali smiled, a small burst of explosive purple light springing up from her fingertips, "I'll do what I can to brighten things up around here."
"Let's hope so."
Ali glanced around the room, shifting a bit as she thought. "So...do I, like, have to sign a contract or something?"