Jews came in small numbers, small families; just enough to run whatever family business or maintain the family line without upsetting the community they were trying to integrate into. No siblings, part of her family just plain gone, and there'd been no funeral for Dad because no body. She associated death with rooms full of sentimental crap that no one knew what to do with but cry over--Dad's study for one, but Jean and Piotr and dozens of other X-men, gone and occasionally returned.

When people left here...most of them hadn't amassed enough stuff to make going through their things any kind of personal matter. She sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear. "This probably won't take long."