Inside her room at Xavier's Academy, Iselia sits cross-legged on her bed, her biomask resting on the nightstand beside her. The window is open, a box fan humming softly as it works to filter the air. Her short black hair falls messily over her face as she flips through a sketchbook, green eyes flicking toward the door when she hears a knock.

"Hang on," she calls, her voice muffled as she quickly secures the mask back over her mouth. Standing, she strides to the door and cracks it open just enough to peer out.

"You do know this is a biohazard zone, right?" she says, raising a brow. Her tone is cautious, but there’s a faint edge of humor in her voice. "Unless you’ve got a really good reason to be here, I’d rather not accidentally gas you. So... what’s up?"

Her sharp green eyes flicker with curiosity as she waits for your response, the door still only partially open.