[ It's nighttime when she finally makes this call. Late - not just because of the hour, but because she probably should have made this effort a little earlier. She'd heard from everyone directly involved and indirectly involved, except for Chris, and she actually knew him better than she did the others.

So she finds a quiet place, a random rooftop, to call him up. Her voice is similarly quiet; she doesn't want to start anything confrontational. ]

Hello, Chris. It's Ororo. Could you spare a moment of your time for me, please?

... Well, a few moments. I believe we have some things to talk about.