"She's a scared young woman, Logan."
"She scared the piss outta me! Who is she? What's her mutation?"
Hank sighed and turned to Professor Xavier. When the older man paused as well, he cleared his throat and said, "She thinks she communicates with the personification of death. The Grim Reaper."
"She thinks she talks to the Grim Reaper? What the hell?"
"Logan," Charles broke in, "you have to understand that not all mutations manifest themselves physically. It can take time--"
He interrupted. "Yeah, I know. I can't see your mind games, but I sure can feel them. Has anyone seen the Grim Reaper? Can you make her prove who she's talking to?"
Both Charles and Hank shook their heads.
"So you don't know for sure. She could be a mutant, or she could just be a crazy kid with some kind of multiple personality problem--"
"There's not much scientific evidence for multiple personality syndrome," Hank injected. He was clearly upset by Logan's tone.
Logan dismissed that with a wave of his hand. "My point is, she could be seriously messed up, and you're letting her be here with other kids her age? They're scared of her! She acts weird--weirder than most around here--and they avoid her like the plague! How healthy is that for anyone?"
"My dear boy, couldn't you be considered "seriously messed up"?" Hank growled. "I believe Charles allowed you to stay. And to come and go as you please. Do you think people aren't scared of the Wolverine?"
Logan's face melted to a snarl at the blue haired mutant's words. Hank regarded him with keen eyes.
"Enough of this," Charles interrupted. "Logan, I appreciate your concern, but which children attend my school is my business. I have no reason to believe that Emily is lying or otherwise not telling the truth. Our tests conclude she is a mutant. If her mutation isn't satisfactory to you, or if it disturbs you, then it is your problem, not hers."
"This whole situation isn't satisfactory! You don't know what she is, or what she can do--" Logan stopped himself mid-sentence with a shake of his head. In an angry voice he finished, "Fine. It's your school. You're the boss. I hope you know what you're getting into."
He stomped out of the room, leaving Charles and Hank with hanging questions between them.