[ Shapeshifting immediately makes her think of Mystique, which immediately makes her tense.

But after a moment's reflection, she realizes that Mystique is far too fond of the sound of her own voice to try a disguise like this. So she takes a quick sip of her soda to wet a suddenly dry throat and nods. ] Nice trick.

The pastel -- everything -- is creepy enough as it is. I mean, fashion is one thing, but matchin' everything is just a special kind of hell.