"The sewers, but it's harder to get down there these days, and while Hank can walk me through the theory, again, not a psi," she said, and her smile was hard. "Of course, I can always show up on Xavier's lawn and knock on the door to ask why I was left alone to starve and try not to fry anyone's brain by accident, but I doubt that would go over well. Oh! Or confront the other mutants in the Hellfire Club that yes, I know and they know and we all know who knows and can we stop pretending so I can get some practical work in?" Emma raised an eyebrow at Jono. "I don't give a shit about safe. I'm a mutant; nowhere is safe. But I do need somewhere useful."