Emma Frost: The White Queen

As the group split up, Emma Frost was infinitely confident that they would be done with this foray in just a few hours. With a smug smile befitting her title, she moved deeper into the swampy everglades, and found... nothing.

Without her psionics, Emma Frost was quickly realizing that her other senses were not heightened. In truth, she was regretting the decision not to have waited for X-23 to tag along, but she had assumed when she arrived, the psionic fuzz would have worn off. This was, in fact, not true.

Slowly, the smug smile turned into a frown, before a scowl that marred her pretty face. Her golden hair stuck to her exposed back, and ample breasts, while caked on mud ensured that her boots would be useless afterwards. And still, she found nothing. Or, as far as she was aware. While Emma was a powerful telepath, with a diamond form that made her all but invulnerable. However, without telepathy... she was a normal woman in sight, smell, and hearing.

Someone or something was watching her, eyeing her curves with interest, but hadn't made itself known... yet.