Kevin took a step back. The only reason he'd come here was because it hadn't seemed right. Something was off, and while he understood these weren't 'good' people, there came a point that even Kevin couldn't rationalize their actions away.

His hands slid from his pockets; his only weapons but deadly enough. He didn't trust Xavier, except Ms. Frost did, which was the reason he'd brought it to him, rather than her.

He tensed, ready to run.

"What's that?"