Owner Pose
Emma Frost Emma Frost is currently sitting over in the recreation room at Xavier's. Emma currently has a laptop over on her lap, hooked up to the Mansion's secure network that she's occasionally typing into, but mostly seems to be reviewing various spreadsheets that have been put up and out on it that she's skimming, occaisonally opening up another document to take notes in.
Franklin Richards Franklin Richards was still kinda finding his stride at the school. He didn't really know what he was doing, but it was cool to be around a ton of youths that were like him: different, in varying degrees of intensity and strength, but Franklin found himself to be semi-popular amongst the student body.

One of his favorite places to be? The Rec Room. It had video games, TV, people Franklin could meet and get along with...it was like a dream come true.

So, Franklin walks into the room, and he notices Emma Frost, giving her a kind smile. "Hi there, miss." Franklin gives her a kindhearted wave.
Emma Frost Emma Frost would turn her attention over to Franklin, taking a moment to shift her computer over to the encrypted mode, remove it from the network, and fold it shut, "Mister Richards, I hope that you're well." Her accent would be clipped and Bostonian. "You have quite the pedigree. I was not immediately aware that you were amongst the student body."

She likely did know, but it was still polite to say otherwise. Emma's not scanning telepathically anyone.