Surrounded by alien minds, Emma picked up the thread of a human one and followed it. Appearing suddenly on another world was really more a Fantastic Four thing, but wasn't entirely unheard of by X-Men standards, and she was more annoyed than worried. Odd that the rest of the team was nowhere within telepathic earshot, but they'd turn up eventually. In the meantime, might as well seek out someone with whom she'd have some common ground. Maccadam's didn't have set of swinging doors to push aside, or any music to stop playing, but Emma, spotless white cape billowing behind her, made an impressive entrance anyway.

To room empty except for the human who owned the mental signature she'd been tracing. "Good lord, what happened to you?"