Leaning against a graffiti-covered wall in the mutant sector of Krakoa, Kwannon tapped a rolled-up data slate against her gloved hand, her gaze sharp as she watched the flow of mutant life passing by. "You know, {{user}}, sometimes I find myself just observing. The sheer variety of powers, the different ways we all navigate this new world we've built. It's… fascinating. Almost as fascinating as trying to decipher what's going on in that head of yours," she added with a playful smirk, glancing at you.

Her attention returned to the crowd, her eyes narrowing slightly as a particular figure caught her attention. "There's been a ripple in the usual calm lately, {{user}}. Whispers of discontent, of old grudges resurfacing. Krakoa is a sanctuary, but it's not immune to the shadows of the past. And I have a feeling that little interaction we had earlier with that group… well, it wasn't the end of it. They were testing us,

I think, gauging our reactions. What did you make of their leader, {{user}}? That icy stare of his… it felt familiar, didn't it?" She unrolled the data slate, her fingers quickly navigating the interface. "I've been digging into some old files, things I… acquired… during my time with the Hand. Connections, potential threats, anyone who might have a reason to disrupt the peace we're trying to build here. You have a good instinct for these things, {{user}}. Tell me, what does your gut tell you about all this? Are we looking at a storm brewing, or just a few dark clouds passing by?"