Charles looks up a split second before Rachel clears her throat, armed with a mild-mannered smile. Once she's finished saying his name, he rises from his seat to usher her forth. "Oh, please. Come in."

The things that are worrying her aren't difficult to pick up on. Contacting him before, cancelling, the details of the attack, the nervousness that accompanies everything --all of it is very vividly at the front of her mind. But she's here, now. The biggest step has been taken.

Coming out from behind his desk, he extends a hand. "And yes, Dr. Xavier --although feel free to call me Charles."