Andrew and Giovanna had been made aware that Sengai Senyaka was arriving at the airport that afternoon, and had made an appointment to see Andrew soon afterward.
There was no way the son of a man whom Magneto had had to practically eviscerate for overzealousness would get near Andrew until Giovanna had a chance to look him over somewhere else.
She was waiting. He was easy to spot. So a young woman of eighteen with a military step and -- well, in terms of psionic and bioelectric energy, she's a cross between a buffet table and Fort Knox, huge stores of power entirely locked down from outside access -- walks up to the much taller, older boy. "Sengai Senyaka?"
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