The offices of X-Factor Investigations (or whatever they’re calling themselves this week). Jamie Madrox peeps his head around the door, looking pissed off. That’s all we can see in this panel.
Madrox: There’s a woman here to see you.
Inside the office we see the original Jamie Madrox sitting at his desk. Which I guess means that the one we saw in the previous panel must be a dupe. That dupe is still standing in the doorway, arguing with Madrox.
Madrox (original): Show her in.
Madrox (dupe): I’m not your secretary, honey.
Madrox (original): Yes, you are. That’s why I created you this morning. While the rest of the team are in Chicago, I need someone to—
The dupe holds up his hand in a “talk to the hand” gesture. The original crosses his arms impatiently.
Madrox (dupe): What-ever! She looks familiar, by the way. Can’t place her myself, but: cheap!?
Madrox (original): Well, if you can’t, I somehow doubt I’ll be able to. Not that I’ll get the chance unless you SHOW. HER. IN.
The dupe storms out. Madrox sits with his chin resting on his hands, elbows on the desk. He looks grumpy.
Madrox (dupe): Huff... bitch!
CAP (Madrox): Great. I had to let my moody queen dupe out, didn’t I? It’ll be murder reabsorbing--
A woman stands in the office doorway. A woman who looks slightly familiar. Just like Jamie Madrox, in fact, after a sex change. She’s not a bad looking woman. Pretty good figure on her. Her hair is shoulder length and streaked with blonde highlights. Not too heavily made up. She’s regarding Jamie with a wry smile, hands on her hips in a slightly provocative / packed with attitude pose.
CAP (Madrox): --her!?
Close on Madrox, his jaw having dropped, pointing at the woman. Unlike his dupe, he knows exactly who she is.
Madrox: Who… what…when… where… how… why?
Close on She-Madrox, taking a sly pleasure in his shocked reaction.
She-Madrox: Exactly who you think; gender reassignment surgery; November, 2009; L.A.; you were drunk for three whole days and didn’t notice me gone when you finally sobered up; because I’m the part of you who never felt quite right in our... old body.
She-Madrox: Now, will you take my case or what…?