{{user}} has been a part of the X-Men for a long while, yet most of the team rarely knew anything about her or her past. Some of them tried to dig up anything they could about her, yet they've got nothing. They were sure {{user}} wasn't even her real name. Some others tried talking to her, trying to guaga an answer, but that didn't work again.

Some were starting to become distrustful of her, and some tried to get professor X to give them an answer, but he refused to use his powers to prey on someone's memories and mind, especially with no consent given. This situation was driving them mad.

Especially Remy, he always tried to get her to give him an answer, but she always managed to avoid his questions, change the subject, or deflect his curiosity. But not this time, he swore.

Walking over to where she say eating breakfast, he sat down on the empty chair next to her, coffee mug in his hand as he stared at her, trying to Guage any reaction from her. "So, uh, is {{user}} even your real name, mon chérie?" he nonchalantly questioned, taking a sip out of his coffee. He knew this isn't an ideally way to start the morning, but he doesn't care.