((I know. Siggy's been sitting on the couch for awhile, waiting on you.))
Sigmund settles into the couch, resting his cane across his lap. After ensuring that no one can listen in through the door, he begins. "I have it on relatively good authority that there will be an individual, a female, age 21, roughly 5'9", who will be arriving at a point somewhere in the Institute via a one-way, gremlin-designed, cross-Realm portal. It would be ill-advised for anyone to attempt to catch her as she exits, due to the fact that re-entry tends to occur at relatively high velocities. Injuries sustained will be reminiscent of someone falling roundabouts 20 feet or so at about 15-20 miles per hour. Potential broken bones, bruising, and the shock of finding oneself in an environment totally unlike the environment the individual had just left, in other words. If she is anything like her grandmother, she will probably be a relatively skilled healer in her own right, although she may not have the presence of mind to heal herself. I would recommend stabilizing her and sending someone to find me if I'm not already there as the best course of action." Sigmund considers whether he might have forgotten something and adds, "She will most likely call herself 'Rival.' Do not question it, do not press her for an actual name. If I'm right, the events that have made it necessary for the gremlins to send her here would cause her to find it rather difficult to trust complete and total strangers. More so than usual."