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Charles was concerned for the mutant that he stared upon. Erik stood tall by his side looking around, "who is it we're here for" he asked,
"Her."
"I'm Charles Xavier" "and I'm Erik Lensherr" the girl blinked at the two men, looking down at her laptop, she was 'helping' someone. "Could you guys come back later or something, I'm busy- and my mum said to not talk to strangers." She muttered taking a sip from her coffee, the two men sat in front of her- frustrated she continued typing. "Natalia?" Charles questioned, she slowly looked up, "how do you know my name? I swear if this is another stupid joke" she spoke angrily to herself. Running a hand through her hair she asked, "who put you up to this?" She glared slightly at the two older men. "We're like you, you know" Charles inquired. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "what do you mean?"
She watched carefully as Erik raised his hand the small metal condiment holder lifting up along with it. 

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