"Both," she answered, turning a bit of her focus to her knee as she probed at it with her fingers, checking the current state of swelling. "I've studied dozens of fighting styles, first to stay useful in the field and then to help with teaching the kids. With the X-Men, we never knew what we'd be up against, some of the other mutants had abilities that meant we had to get pretty creative to stop them."

She winced a little at a particular tender spot and hoped the salve he'd given her would do as promised. Without some sort of treatment, her knee would probably be the size of a tennis ball in a few hours.

"What I used today was called Savate, or French kickboxing," she continued explaining. "It was what Remy used, the man I mentioned earlier. He taught me a bit, but having him in my head makes the movement come out more naturally. It's that way with most anyone up here who's loud enough and willing to share." She couldn't pull knowledge or skill know-how from the people in her head, but sometimes they could offer it to her just the same.