Any surprise at the collision is obliterated when Raven catches sight of the girl's gaze. It only takes her a split second to recognise the face, younger than the mutant she'd known but still so much the same.

She should be used to all of this by now, she shouldn't be shocked by people looking the same when she can wear anyone's face. But all she can think of is Angel, the beautiful friend she'd had and lost in such a brief amount of time. The girl with wings who had them ripped off by people who were threatened by their kind.

She can't breathe, the picture of Angel on a cold slab of metal with no life in her eyes filling her mind again. "You're... who are you?" she manages somehow, and it might be a demand if not for the way her voice strains.