Risty grinned. "Hey!" She stepped up to them. "You're Ranma Saotome, right?"
The boy blinked. "Uh, yeah. And you're Risty... uh..."
"Wilde," she supplied helpfully, "Risty Wilde."
"Nice to meet you." Ranma grunted, eying her curiously. "Are you one of Xavier's kids?"
Rogue grimaced. "No, she's mah friend from school."
Risty eyed the boy from head to toe, much to Ranma's chagrin. At his annoyed look her cheerful grin widened. "Oh, don't mind me. Not every day a Master of the Anything Goes school of martial arts pops up."
Kitty blinked. "Like, you know him?"
"Nope." Risty shrugged. "Not personally, anyway. Father mentioned him after one of his trips, had me learn some of the style from this old perverted gnome a few years back."
Ranma blanched. "Ugh, the old letch?"
Risty nodded darkly. "Yes."
"Uh, what the heck are you two talkin about?" Rogue broke into the conversation, eying them suspiciously.
In tandem, with so much scorn and disgust it honestly surprised the two X-girls, Ranma and Risty said, "Happosai."
Risty shuddered suddenly. "Gah... just his name makes me feel dirty!"
"I know the feelin'." Ranma grunted, eying the girl curiously. "How long did the bastard teach ya?"
"Until I lost thirty or so pairs of underwear." Risty shrugged casually.
"What the heck?" Kitty blinked. "How does losing underwear relate to martial arts?"
"Pray you never, ever find out." Risty shuddered. "I'm scarred for life."
"Yeah, lot of that goin' around." The pigtailed boy snorted.