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Nina sat on the bed, and pulled her knees up to her chest. Around her were plastic walls, and men running around to quickly make sure their jobs were done. No area of her clear cage was blocked from view--everything she did they could see. She felt exposed and watched, and tried not to look at them. She'd been taken from the store, pulled into a van, and bound on the way here. She knew she'd lost control of her powers in her fear, but the birds that had attacked hadn't been able to stop them.

Nina had tried to fight them, but she couldn't. Her life of protected saftey hadn't taught her to fight. She had brusies everywhere, and her cheek hurt from where she'd fallen in her efforts and scratched it up. Once they had her in here, they left her alone. Wanted nothing to do with her. It took her half an hour to realize they were afriad of her. Or of her father.

The man who had been giving orders walked up and opened the door, letting himself in. "Tell us where he is." Nina looked away, not willing to right him, nor speak to him. "You are aiding and a bedding a terrorist. If you don't--" "He's a wielder!" Nina cut him off, looking up at him but not standing. "My father is a wielder. A farmer. You've got the wrong family! We are peaceful! We've lived here for 17 years and no one even knew we had powers. That should show you we mean no harm!"

They argred a bit more about who her father was before the man grew quite. He told her she didn't know who her father was. Nina told him that she knew who he was, and had no doubts. It seemed to be these words that made them change their mind. A laptop was brought out, and Nina slid away from it. Using the video search on the government site with the phrase 'magneto + Erik Lehnsherr' and videos upon video came up. Nina felt her stomic drop as a video from a trail came up. Guilty. Her father was arrested for killing the president. He said he hadn't done it. She believed him. That was why he was wanted? Because he was running from a crime he didn't do?

Then they showed a video of Paris. He was chancing another trying to kill her. A big blue man ought him, and for a moment, Nina nearly panicked when her father was held under water! Yet he came up. She wasn't sure what had happened, but her father wasn't a violent man! Maybe there was something happening and he had too? Maybe this wasn't even er father!

Then came the video. A baseball stadium. A helmet. Robots fighting. A speech. The video cut off as he pulled the present's vault out of the ground. The laptop was taken . . .

She couldn't think beyond the imagines of her beloved father standing there. She couldn't see how the man in the video had been the one to sing to her. They seemed so different. Tears were on her cheeks as she looked around and realized where she was. Not a cage to keep her in--a trap for her father. They were baiting him, with her. Baiting him because they couldn't find him. Even after all this time. Nina looked up to the man in charge, and knew she was crying. "He's still my father." No matter what had happened she wouldn't give him up. Because as bad as all that looked, it didn't feel like the same man. Yet she knew that the perfect idea of her father was gone. "It doesn't matter. He'll come for you." And that was the worst thing of all.

An hour later, sitting along in her cell, Nina still hadn't come to terms with the idea that her father had done everything they were saying he had done. Curled up and laying on the bed, Nina waited. Torn because on one hand--the father she thought she knew was a man of peace and couldn't break into a place like this and fight this many man--which meant she was here to stay. Or to watch him die.

And on the other--if he was who they said he was . . . . then they were going to need more men, because this was the worst trap ever set.

"I do want to be warm tonight." She said back to him in English. Looking at Erni she patted the ground beside her, "Come sit, Erni." And she was pleased that her chicken walked over to sit where she asked. Looking up she found Mati. "Come sit, Mati" Nina patted the other side of her. The chicken picked it's head up and ran over to sit where she patted. "Stay here while Papa chops!" She told them both.

She looked up at her Papa and watched as he chopped a few more. "Papa, why must I practice English? No one talks it here." She didn't mind, but she still questioned it. When she went to town with Mama no one said anything in English, they only spoke Polish.

Nina pulled back at his words and smiled up at him, the complement from her father--the man her mother had loved for years--warmed her to her core. "Thank you for that," she whispered, loving that he thought so and not even sure what he meant by it. But it made her feel close to her mother. Like her mother still was her in her heart.

"I am also my father's daughter." Nina explained looking at him. "I . . . I lied outside, and I am sorry for it but I didn't want to do this out there. My name isn't Eisenhardt. My mother gave me my father's name." Nina took a deep breath and smiled up at him. "You see, she tried to find you but never could. So she named me Nina Edie Lehnsherr . . . after my father." And there, it was said! The reason she'd came to see him and hide her name for a few moments! The reason she came to find him after eight years from loosing her mother. Not to tell him about her mother but to meet him. To find her father. To learn about her family.

She held her hands out, as if presenting herself before dropping them back down and waiting for his reaction. "I'm your daughter."

Nina's mother had never found a forever love, but she'd fond a forever home. And put her love into that and her daughter. "She had me," Nina explained a lot with so few words. No husband. No other family. A sad smile on her lips, because even after eight years she missed her mother. Missed her dearly. She liked that her father seemed affected by her mother. Her mother had been so affected by him for years, and Nina had oped that he loved her too. His voice and tone hinted he might! Which was also sad. That they'd loved each other and hadn't been together.

"She's . . " Nina began and hesitated. "We were in Italy when the flu went through. The big one that made the news." It had been one of the new strands and doctors had struggled with fighting it. A lot of people had died before getting the correct treatment. "She never recovered. She died eight years go." Nina's voice was soft, and sad. Yet she said it without crying to trembling. She had her mother's strength to her. Just as she had had her heart. "I'm sorry to tell you." She added on after a moment.

She gave him a moment to hear the news before softly stepping closer and going on. "She spoke of you often. I know she missed you. It was how I knew about you. Know so much about you." Because Magda wanted Nina to feel like she knew her father. "I didn't know how to find you until now." Which was why she'd waited eight years for this. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a photo of her and her mother, taken not long before the big flu came. She held it out to him. Her mother was smiling so brightly and happy. They both were. Nina had always thought she favored her mother, but her mother always said she had her father's eyes.

She didn't want to be here. She missed her home and wanted her Mama. Here in America there was too many people and everything was so far away. It took forever to get here and everything was so different. She'd never been around a lot of people and this school was so filled with everyone moving around and bouncing around. It was so busy that she clung to her father, not wanting to talk to anyone. She missed her Mama, and knew that she would never see her again.

Her father put her down, and she didn't want to let him go. She wan't ready to be put down and not be held, but she didn't say anything. Her Daddy kissed her and said sorry. Nina blinked up at him. She wanted him to pick her back up and take her back home. She looked back at the room and then turned to her Daddy and stepped back into his arms to hold his neck.

Nina wondered what he'd say or do once she gave her mother's name. She was a little surprised that he gave into her request, but so glad he did! The others looked displeased but she followed him as he lead them to the building he had floated out of. How was it that her mother used to describe his powers? Magik. Like magik.

She watched him use it to open the door, and with wide eyes she watched it close again behind them. He didn't look at her right away, so she used the change to look around his home. Or what she assumed to be his home. She looked for signs of love or family or anything soft. Trying to see what sort of man he was and life he lived. She turned slowly around to take in the whole room as she looked up and down over it. When she came back to look at him, he was looking at her. Nina smiled at him, and tried to find the words that she'd traveled thousands of miles to say. "Thank you," she told him for allowing her to come here and talk to him.

Nina took a deep breath, and gave a nervous chuckle. "I've come so far and now that I see you . . . " She smiled again and pushed her hair back. "I . . . . I grew up on stories about you."

Nina watched as he looked to the other girl and shook his head. Had she missed something? Were they talking to each other in their heads? Or did they just know each other well? She hadn't thought before but . . . what if he had another family? What if she was about to ruin everything? What if he had everything he wanted and he didn't want to know? Her mother said that he was a good man, and Nina had to believe that he was. She had to believe that the man her mother loved until her dying day was a man of honor and would not turn her away. That this was the right thing to do.

She shifted from one foot to the other, clearly nervous. Her eyes went to the other girls before back to her---her father's face. How did she tell him now? How did she get him along after his refusal? She didn't want to tell him here with everyone watching. Nina looked around at everyone once more before turning to Magneto. "My name is Nina Eisenhardt." She explained, and watched his face for any reaction. "I am Magda Eisenhardt's daughter." There it was. Not the full truth but the base of it. The foundation of what she needed to tell him. That her mother loved him, and that she was here to find out of she could love him too. If she had a place with ehr father or even if they could be a family. He was all she had in this world in the terms of blood. And after so many stories she wanted to meet the man. "I came to talk to you."

Nina knew that she shouldn't expect him to live up to her grand ideas of what she thought meeting her father would be like but she also didn't want it to be like this. Out in the open where they were watched...and maybe glared at by his friends. She wanted to be embraced here! She should have baked something! Brought something for them to eat! THAT would have soften this!

"I'd rather not say here." She admitted, smiling up at him, trying to show him she meant no harm. She wanted to step closer but was afraid too. The idea that he might step away was scary to her. She'd build him up so much in her head. She wanted to make this a good thing for them both! Lifting her purse a little higher on her shoulder she tried in Polish again. "It's important." She added on, hoping that by using his language of Polish that he would know they were kindred spirits! That he could trust her! Nina pushed back her hair, and bounced on her toes once.

Nina knew what was happening, and she wanted to help. She was 23 now, and she could darn well help save their race! She was strong, and clever! She had been training for YEARS! She wanted to do it---but her father said no. Always no. This time she wasn't going to take a no for an answer.

Nina 'suited up' in the all black the others wore and zipped up her leather jacket so it formed a fitted look on her. Her hair hung loose like her mother often wore hers. Walking up to her Dad's door she knocked once before pushing it open and walking in. Don't ask permission! Easy! . . . not easy, but she'd do it!

"When we get there I can move toward the west side of the compound and create a distraction. That will help you get in and get the others out without too much trouble." She explained, not addressing the fact that she'd not be given permission to go.