Ororo had been at the Inn only a few weeks. As she was still getting used to the environment and the people, she didn't notice who was a newcomer and who was an older inhabitant. It was only when she got a closer look at the older man that she stopped in surprise. He was familiar to her, but also like looking at a cracked reflection, subtle differences that tickled her brain. It was not the same man that had helped Jean rebuild the mansion.

"Magneto." Her voice held the small Nigerian accent as she spoke in English, but there was a smile of welcome and greeting.