Sitting and enduring what Charles perceived to be a good plan of action for the day, was met with silence. From the look on Valeryia's face, Erik could tell she wasn't a fan, and in fact Erik just sat drinking his coffee in silence; that was how breakfast went.

"You want to divert from solo training to group?" Valeryia asked wanting some form of confirmation. "Just to see how we would do?" She continued on, sounding really quite hesitant on the matter. Her hesitant, sceptical tone, which if anything caused her accent to become more prominent; something that Erik had noticed slowly with time. Annoyance, anger, caution and even confusion would cause the pronunciation of some words to be heavy with her accent.

"What's with that face?" Charles asked while looking to the pair sitting side by side at the table. Erik was trying to look disinterested by whatever Valeryia's response was going to be; and Valeryia was sitting staring at Charles blankly.

"This is my sceptical face," Valeryia said while pointing a finger towards herself, causing Charles to sigh and for Erik to roll his eyes, an amused smirk may have been present too.

"Why do you think it's a bad idea? You're all going to need to know how to work together eventually."

"I'm not saying it is a bad idea."

"Then the problem is what, exactly?"

"Maybe the problem is that half of the people present can't fully control themselves." Erik offered, finally deciding to actually get involved in the conversation. That and he could sense a childish bickering session close to starting, more on Charles's side. He clearly thought this was a good idea, he opted to share said good idea, only to get shot down by Valeryia. Someone had to, Erik decided, and for once it wasn't him.

"I'm not against team building." Valeryia said after giving a quick nod of agreement to what Erik had just said. "I'm against team building which is likely to end in mass casualties." She said, basically furthering on from Erik's words. The hint was there though, if Charles could think of something which didn't involve wayward powers, she'd do it.

Charles seemed to sigh in defeat there. He turned away and in that moment, Erik felt numerous taps and pulls against his arm and sleeve. He looked down to Valeryia, who was already half out of the chair and looking to bolt. Getting the message, Erik stood as silently as possible, and with one last look in the direction of the thinking telepath, he left. He exited the room quickly behind Valeryia before Charles had the chance to think of something else to suggest. It just so happened that when he did, he was met with an empty room; this caused another sigh to come from him, before shaking his head and simply smiling.

"Give him points for trying." Valeryia said while glancing up at Erik, she was making sure they were a good distance away from the kitchen. She wouldn't honestly put it past Charles to follow and continue on. Honestly, it was a bit too early for that.

"Sometimes, just sometimes, it isn't worth it." Valeryia's eyes narrowed slowly at that. Erik sighed, "What I mean is, that through all the preparation, the training, everything and anything; it still wouldn't compare to the actual moment. The time where we are faced with the fight. Yes, okay, training as well as being prepared for that moment can't be missed, but sometimes...just being in the moment is all you'll need to know what to do." Erik explained seeing her expression grow distant before she nodded slowly. This whole suddenly agreeing with him thing was odd. But it was something which could easily be gotten used to, that was for certain.

"Have you done a lot of fighting?" Valeryia frowned curiously and stopped at the stairs. As yet, she hadn't quite got around to changing and showering. She still felt rather horrid from her run earlier. Charles collaring them both disrupted her plans completely. She still had it in mind to shower and prepare for a day of hiding out somewhere, not a lot else seemed to be going on. It was already clear that from both of them voicing solid reasons why being together training as a team yet was a bad idea, that Charles had dropped the thought completely.

Erik looked up at her as she jumped to stand on the first step, turning she looked back at him, only to be almost on the same eye level as him. He had admitted to her to being involved in war, not the fighting aspect, but she must've presumed or even been hinting at that. "Some." Which he had, there wasn't even any point in denying that. He had fought, he had hurt people, and he had killed. There was honestly no point even trying to say otherwise, he was rather sure that if he tried, that Valeryia would notice he wasn't being truthful with her. She was many things, and perceptive was one thing.

"So, being in the moment to know how to deal with the situation...that is something that you have tried, and know that works?"

"Afraid?" Erik opted to ask instead.

Valeryia smiled and shook her head. "There is not too much that scares me. Fighting is not one of them. I have fought. I have been made to fight, should I say. And honestly, it is a painful affair. I was just curious as to your outlook on it all. Spontaneity is what can get you killed, Erik." She smirked and turned away from him and started walking up the stairs slowly.

'Who've you fought?" Erik asked with a frown, though he could pick on anything else that she said, this was something that was niggling at him.

She stopped and looked over her shoulder with a frown. "I did not know there names. But they were supposedly soldiers, the best the army had to offer, or something. I fought, I won some, lost some, got beat...broken, the usual." She said rather nonchalantly with a roll of her hands.

Erik realised that in the grand scheme of things, that as soon as Shaw was found and dealt with, her father really had to be next. Anyone who could freely do what he did to their own daughter, was clearly an utter maniac. He also realised that someone who was equally flippant about fighting and hurting someone, could also be both a plus to a team, and a downside. She wouldn't hesitate to fight, which seemed a given, but at the same time she could become so consumed that she'd forget about whatever else was going on around her; as long as her end goal was reached, Erik doubted she'd pay attention to what would be surrounding her at the time. As much as he hated to admit it, it did sort of sound like something he would do.

"Who've you fought?"

Erik blinked and looked back at her, not totally realising he was spacing out. "Bad men." This seemed to cause her to tilt her head in thought while looking up at the ceiling. "Bad men who had it coming. Bad men who were long overdue a dose of karma."

A small smile appeared on her face then. "Erik, the giver of karma!" She laughed quietly and continued up the stairs. "While you have fought these men, I suppose you must've travelled to find them?" She asked while trailing a hand up the banister as she continued onwards.

Erik actually found himself following suit, "Well, they certainly didn't come looking for me." Which was so true, he was certain none of them really wanted to cross his path; but they did, and it didn't end well for any of them.

Valeryia turned and walked backwards along the corridor then. She looked up at him with wide curious eyes, luckily there wasn't any obstacles in her way to accidentally bump into as she looked at him as he walked in front of her. "Where have you been, Erik?"

He smiled and crossed his arms, no one had actually ever asked him that. Not that he knew anyone who would've asked. It was a bit of a random question to ask. He nodded his head at her as he stopped walking, she looked confused before looking to the side and noticing they'd arrived at her room. She seemed disheartened that he was clearly going to just leave, "I'll wait for you." He said, frowning at himself for it too. But then her eyes light up brightly and she seemed to nod happily while darting into her room, weirdly enough Erik couldn't remember seeing her so enthralled by a prospect before. He supposed she was so interested, because she hardly knew the world. And Erik admittedly had travelled around and seen maybe too much of it.

"Come on then!"

"What?"

Valeryia let out a groan and actually stomped back over to where he stood, she grasped onto his arm tightly and pulled. Erik's arms uncrossed instantly and he went trailing into the room behind her. She pointed to one of the chairs which was seated in front of the unlit fire, from the other chair she plucked up a clean set of clothes and walked off towards the bathroom; not before pointing to the chair one last time when she noticed he still remained standing.

Watching the door shut, and listening to the taps turn on, Erik slowly sat down. This was a first. He hadn't ever really conversed with someone through a door before; let alone about different countries, cities and places. There was a first for everything, he supposed. He couldn't say he was going to ever repeat this moment, but at least he was sitting comfortably for it.

"I don't hear much talking!" Valeryia's voice exclaimed over the dull sounds of running water.

Erik rolled his eyes, when did she become so pushy and demanding? "Paris," he said off of the top of his head. He actually quite liked the city, even if when he visited it was to pay a banker a visit, that and it was raining. Minor issues right there, she didn't need to know.

"What?!" That was more of an exclaim of disbelief than not hearing him. Erik shut his eyes and leaned back in the chair, who knew such a simple thing would make her sound so jealous? "I passed through Paris, I think, when I came over here." His eyes opened at the admittance, by sounds of it she had finished her shower, in record time.

He looked to the closed door, "How did you come to be here?"

"I suppose that's only fair." After all, she had figured he was here for Shaw, had followed him as it were. "Some men came looking for my father. Sympathisers to a regime such as the Nazis was bound to get attention, let alone the mad scientist thing...the last thing my father wanted was for people to come bounding in, see that there's been a cremation on the property and me locked away." Erik lifted his head away from the chair and looked to the door when it unlocked. Valeryia peeked through, her wet hair already starting to dry and go back to its wayward, uncontrollable state. She shuffled out, now dressed in a baggy grey t-shirt and loose black trousers. She sat down on the floor, by the looks of the pillows around the fire, it seemed like a place she had taken to sitting often. Regardless of the fire not being alight, she still sat basically in front of him surrounded by pillows. "I was knocked out, and I presume transported around like what zoos do with their animals. Shoved in a crate...and yeah...here I am!"

"He left you in that building?" The one she so aptly destroyed, Valeryia nodded quickly with a sheepish, awkward smile. "Cremation?"

"My mother." She said so flippantly that it caused him to double take. She didn't seem wholly caring, which didn't sit well with him. Valeryia caught the hard look he was sending her way, with a sigh she rolled her eyes. "I didn't know the woman. I only saw her once, and even then she was more dead than alive. Not exactly enough time for me to figure out whether I love her or not, or even forge a relationship. She may have given me up through love...but I didn't know her, Erik. So don't look at me like that. I cannot love someone I do not know. It is harsh to admit, because she bought me into the world...but it is the truth. Don't get me wrong though, when it comes to confronting my father I will make it well known that I am doing it for her too. He did after all ruin her life as well as mine. This got off topic, Erik..." Valeryia said with a shake of her head while looking up at him sadly.

"Sorry," he offered quietly, which was rare. He couldn't really remember the last time he had ever apologised to anyone. She shook her head with a small smile, clearly accepting the apology and showing that it was fine for him to have a moment of curiosity. "You've never told anyone this, have you?" She shook her head quickly at that, "Why me?" Which was a reasonable question. What made him categorise for knowing this snippet of information? Sure, he asked the question, but she never had to actually answer him.

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a confused face. "Because I trust you." Erik looked at her with a blank expression. Valeryia tilted her head, "Is that such a bad thing?" She asked, sounding really quite confused by this whole turn of events.