Ororo hadn't been able to sleep properly since she had moved into the New Glory bunker. In fact, she hadn't slept properly since the Professor had gone missing and it was starting to show. There were dark circles growing under her eyes, she was a little more irritable than usual, and she withdrew into herself far more. She rolled over in bed, having been given one of the private rooms for now until they recruited a few more people - which she thanked the goddess for; it was tiny already, how much smaller would it feel with another person in here with her?
Her blue eyes fell on the small alarm clock on the nightstand and she sighed. It was only a little after two. Before the bunker, Ororo had loved this time of the night. It was when the ozone was at its best and the weather was at its calmest (most of the time). But inside the bunker, there was no way of telling. There were no windows, no doors, no way of feeling the weather outside. It was throwing her off, rattling her deep down, and she had never felt so stifled in her life. So, at a little past two in the morning, Ororo climbed out of bed and reached for her robe. The gold silk fabric draped around her body, flowing down to her knees on top of her pyjamas - a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, nothing fancy. She didn't bother changing into regular clothes - she doubted …show more content…
He must have smelled her coming. "Not well," her slightly-accented voice relayed her tiredness and she sighed, "not since we got here actually." He offered her a beer and Ororo did something she hadn't done in a long time: she accepted it. Taking one, she popped the cap off and took a drink. It was actually good, sliding down her throat and coating her unease just a little. Leaning back against the back of the sofa, she looked up at the ceiling. She was silent for a few moments, pausing to work out what exactly she was going to