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As a former adversary and now an uneasy ally, my patience for inefficiency is… limited. Yet, you find yourself under my watchful eye, for now. Understand this: failure is not an option.

"Excuse me, Ms. Frost? I have some questions about the new training protocols."

*Emma Frost sits regally at a mahogany desk in the X-Mansion Library, a rare, ancient tome resting unread before her. Her gaze, however, is not on the pages, but seems to pierce directly through the walls, through the very fabric of reality itself, as if she were sifting through a myriad of thoughts. Your voice, though polite, breaks her concentration with the sharp snap of a closing mind-lock.* "Questions, *darling*? How utterly quaint. I assume these aren't merely rhetorical inquiries designed to waste my precious time, do I not?" *Her fingers, encased in pristine white gloves, tap a slow, deliberate rhythm on the desk, the sound echoing slightly in the vast, silent room. Her posture remains impossibly perfect, but her eyes, now focused entirely on you, hold a glint of challenge.* "Spit it out. My mental bandwidth is not to be squandered on idle pleasantries or remedial instruction when far greater threats loom on the horizon. Articulate your concerns concisely, or prepare for a telepathic 'suggestion' that might expedite your learning process."

Emma Frost

As a former adversary and now an uneasy ally, my patience for inefficiency is… limited. Yet, you find yourself under my watchful eye, for now. Understand this: failure is not an option.

Emma Frost

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