It hadn't really been discussed much between her and Tarin. It had just kind of been a given after getting out of the hospital after Detective Cervantes had found her that Lee would go to see Dr. Rossi.

To try and make sure that she didn't have another mental breakdown.

Tarin still wasn't willing to let her 'wander' on her own, though, so each and every time that she had to go to see either Dr. Rossi or DocProf, he was there, going with her. At least once they were there, in the building, Tarin wasn't quite as insistent about constantly being right at her side as he was when they were out in public.

Today, in particular, Tarin had dropped Lee off at Dr. Rossi's office and then gone to search for Slate for something or other. Which meant that she was completely on her own when the session ended.

Wandering the halls, wearing a pair of black and white sneakers instead of her previously normal heels, Lee was dressed rather casually that day in a black skirt and grey t-shirt stretched over her stomach.

A stomach that was starting to get hungry, actually, Lee realized. At least she was more familiar with the Labs by this point, so it wasn't all that hard for Lee to find her way to the canteen. She wasn't exactly sure what she wanted to eat, but was sure that she'd find something.

Hopefully, Tarin would finish up quickly. Sitting alone in the canteen was not going to be very fun.

It really hadnt been all that long since the change.

A few weeks. Not that long for him. A few decades would not have been enough. More time needed here. To accept. To learn. The change had come too sudden for one that was accustomed to nothing changing. Ever. Any change was too fast really, but one overnight? It was like blinking and finding your house on fire. Not that little bit of smoldering, but a fully blown inferno.

New eye. In the middle of his forehead. That was why he was now, quite conveniently, wearing one of those tightly fitting headcoverings made from wool. A somewhat strange contrast to his (un-) usual attire. Millitary issue boots. And everything else. Winter camouflage of the newest generation. What he had done with that? He had paid the training room a visit. Something had changed about him. He saw differently now. And he had taken some time off to test out what exactly that was. He hadn't found out today. Frustratingly. And he had stopped before he could get a headache that would probably ruin the reast of what was to be a very productive cycle. Not day. He had given up on those lately with no need to keep a natural human rythm. Just cycles. Awake and not. The sun didnt matter. He was good enough with his senses to get around in almost anything. But well. He needed something to eat now.

His boots led him into the cafeteria, which was unusually full for this time of the day it seemed. Another person had taken seat. Another one who was here now. He could see her. Feel her. He wanted to grumble. This change had made him edgy. Just food. He didnt even notice what he pciked up from the buffet. Just a tray full of stuff he was going to consume.

The tray of assorted nutrients clattered on the table where the woman was sitting. Across from her. Loudly. "Is this seat free?" He remained standing until she answered. Something tickeled the back of his head. "And do I know you Ma'am?" His eyes flickered down. All three of them. He could feel it. One of course under the woolen something. Pregnant. Definitively Ma'am. As for the question... he didnt find it strange at all. He just forgot things.

Lee stood looking at the options for food for quite a few moments, unsure what to get. And even after all that, Lee still wasn't entirely sure. She simply settled on a cheese burger, salad, a jello cup, and chocolate milk. It wasn't exactly healthy, but enough of it was.

Grabbing her tray, Lee sat down at a nearby table and started to eat. And continued to eat even as she felt someone's energy approaching the table. Lee didn't even bother looking up as she ate another bite of salad, figuring that it was just Tarin joining her. Either that or it was someone just passing by.

Lee actually jumped slightly when she heard a tray clatter onto the table across from her followed by a voice that was not her husband's. Looking up, Lee saw a young man standing there, wearing a hat, who seemed familiar but who she couldn't quite place at the moment. But then again, it wouldn't be all that surprising that someone here at the Labs seemed familiar but at the same time be someone she didn't actually know.

"Uh, no, it's not," she said, still looking across the table at him. And watched him sit down as soon as she said that the seat wasn't taken. Lee took a glance around the Canteen before turning her eyes back to the man. It was kind of strange that he just came over like this, but there was security here in the Labs, other people in the Canteen. She was still siphoning. There was nothing to worry about.

Even as she was having those thoughts, Lee heard the man asking if he knew her, and she frowned slightly as she stared at him across the table. He did look rather familiar. And then Lee realized that she had seen him sitting across from another, very different table.

Lee's head tilted to the side as she looked over at him. "Yeah, I think we have met," she replied. "If I'm not mistaken, I believe you drank scotch with my husband."

"Scotch. So did I." It sounded almost amused. Innocent. A bit old, too, coming from a young one like him. But then: He was really not all that young. And not all that innocent either. Not looking at what he was doing he stabbed something with his fork and shoved it into his mouth. Chewing mechanicall, he looked down on her belly. Then a little lower. From somewhere he had procured a small black book, and, while still shoving something edible into his mouth, rapidly thumbed through the pages. He didn't do it this openly often. In fact he never had before. Always where people didn't see, couldn't know. But here it was different. A little bit. "Ms. Brooks I presume then." He said a little bit too quickly. At that pace he could barely have seen an individual page. And yet it was his life. Nearly all of it. Down to earth. Through earth. In a little book. Nobody needed to know that. Not she. Not anyone. He had not written down if they had ever been properly introduced. Better this way around, wasn't it? Nothing about the pleasure of meeting her. He was speaking to her. That implied a certain willingness to please.

He took another bite. It tasted off a little. Strange. He scratched his head, accidentally pushing up that little bit of cover on his head.The canteen was quite good here usually. His eyes flickered down. All of them visible. It might have been, because he was eating pickles with what appeared to be syrup covering. He shrugged. Continued eating. "Martin Stein in case yor memories's as jumbled as mine. Comes with the mutation." And that was also courtesy of him not being quite right in his right mind now. Among other things. Also: One could clearly hear stress from that voice. Strain. New organs tended to do that to you. Especially if you didnt know how to use them properly.

He agreed about the Scotch. But then again, if he had met Tarin, there was a very good chance regardless of when, that they had drank Scotch together. Tarin seemed very good at that.

Then the man was looking down at a little black book. But he wasn't actually reading anything, he was flipping through the pages too quickly for that to really be possible. Well, at least to be possible for a human, who knew about a mutant, after all. But there was something about the book, it seemed, because after glancing at it, he seemed to remember her name.

It was only then that Lee noticed what the man, Martin he reintroduced himself as, was eating: pickles covered with some sort of syrup. Lee frowned, that was strange, and this was coming from a pregnant woman who had had some strange cravings herself.

Still, pickles sounded rather good at the moment. Which sucked, because she didn't even have pickles on her burger, never mind on the rest of her plate.

Looking up at Martin, all thoughts of pickles left Lee's mind as she saw what looked like an eye peeking out from under his hat. Lee blinked. Three eyes??

Lee was used to these visible mutations; Sebastian had a tail and a unicorn horn, Sara looked like a humanoid cat, and those just seemed normal to her now. But she knew that he hadn't had that the last time she had met him, Lee would have remembered something like a third eye, and she just couldn't stop herself from staring.

It took her a few moments to find the words, but finally Lee managed to speak, her voice low. "I guess we've both changed a bit. Though I don't think I ever found out what your mutation is, but it must be big to grow another eye..."

He could have winced at her words, her stare really. Most people in his situation would have, he was quite sure of that. Then again he was not most people. In all honesty he nearly did wince though, stifling it to a cough and keeping the reaction of his body to an I-was-almost-meant-to-be-voluntary twitch. A twitch that brought his hands into action plastering the thin film of wool back where it belonged. Nervously. Stupid hat betraying him. Stupid new eye. New sense-of-whatever making his head spin. But stop Martin.

Get control of yourself. Timeout.

Time for a three-breath pause. Mutation related difficulties. All you got are mutation related difficulties. He shouldn't have those. He was too old for them. Much too old. Or at least he felt that way. Consideration. End pause. Ready to face people. Persons. Person. Lee Brooks.

Smiling was on now. Small and knowingly. Mystery. "Ah yes, I have been running into difficulties lately." People trying to murder him. Bloody hands. Little girls having to help him get rid of some ugly I-want-to-kill-your-face face. Not his most pleasant memories. They would fade. They always did. "I deal with time. Its a little bland really." Not dangerous. Not special. Not the special I can kill you. Believe me please? Just different enough to make me inhuman. And you? He forced another something into his mouth, not tasting it. He did not bother with taste lately. Other matters pressed on. Another pickle seemed like a really good idea. Another one. To make stillness less awkward. Nom.

Martin seemed nervous after she had mentioned the fact that Martin appeared to have grown a third eye. And he seemed to be trying to pull his hat back down over his forehead and thus that strange third eye.

Even when he did speak, it was still sounding nervous. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that," Lee said, her eyes dropping down to her plate to try and avoid making Martin feel more nervous. It was just a shock, really, to see something like that there that hadn't been before.

To try and ease the uneasiness that she had created at the table, Lee started eating again, taking a bite of her cheeseburger as Martin started speaking again. Telling her that he...deals with time. Blink. Thoughts of corny science fiction movies she had seen when she was younger flashed through her head, and Lee tilted her head at Martin as she chewed.

"What, you're a time traveller?" She asked, truly curious, once she had finally managed to swallow her mouthful.

There were not enough pickles on his plate left this time. It was empty, it seemed happily gleaning, being the center of a little black hole sucking in his looks. The shrug of his shoulders was aimed directly at her question. His look sternly at his empty plate. Sternly. He was here. Safety. Was here changed. Another time.

“That wouldn't be bland, would it? I don't get older...” Among other things the gestus of his hands wanted to say, his tone being level enough to take some of the sharpness away. Even notes again. Was it enough?
His eyes were still looking down. Childlike that he looked. Time travel. It was strange how the impossible was discussed between two people dinner here. In another setting he would have started to laugh. Up they, those eyes, went. Grey-blue eyes peeking out. He could have been meek or uncomfortable in his stance. The look was not meek. It was not uncomfortable really. Yes that bit was there. The discomfort speaking, shouting in the cold that was him sometimes. The cold that killed sometimes, that made him appear a lot older.

Faded.

Young again. Young and insecure. His plate was empty now. No reason for staying. Yet he did. Sat there, doing nothing really. Not saying anything again. Silence shifting.

“I'm going to see that child grow up.”

And die. There was always death. Always. Maybe that hardness was not intentional. More accidental.

Martin didn't say anything at first, merely shrugged. She had asked if he was a time traveller, and he shrugged. Well, she had never really liked giving out details about her powers, Tarin didn't like telling everything about his for obvious reasons, maybe Martin felt the same way. So Lee took another bite of her burger while she waited to see what Martin was willing to share.

It really wasn't much, simply stating that time travelling wouldn't be bland, boring, and the fact that he doesn't age. Lee simply nodded at Martin when she saw him look up at her. It was similar enough a power to a certain unicorn that being told he didn't get older didn't really shock her much. Sebastian was so old she didn't even know how old that was. Sebastian had never seemed even close to this depressed and morbid around her, though, even in Romania.

"I can only hope that nothing bad will happen, and that both me and Tarin will see him grow up, too," Lee replied. "Hopefully find someone like I found Tarin, have kids...But I guess that's every mother's wish, isn't it?"

The fork and knife went on the plate. Just the way they were supposed to indicate a finished meal, to indicate the end of a part-time pasttime. Putting food in your mouth was not supposed to last long. „I do not that something bad would be likely to hit you. Not from any way I can see.“ That you enclosed all of them, the steel-and-concrete walls around. People. The Kabal. The family, his cold words, articulated so pointedly, falling around them like a blanket of ice. Just covering the necessities in a tone that was not even now, just moving a bit, those little movements in the sky, the fringy clouds that made the sun into a glaring ball. That made light speak of thunder.

Rolling on. His hand was moving now, again. Creeping up to that formless something on his head. That mask barely veiling anything. Not behind those eyes, not before them. Slowly it was lifted off. Just another eye. It looked exactly like the other two, sitting there like a face was planned this way. Not really out of place, just a different harmony, singing, speaking in that voice of in-between, of two people. The hat-ish something went down on the seat. His hands crept back onto the table. Laying there. Dead.

“Feel free to contact me though, if you have trouble. I can solve” Those nonexistent spaces he left there were very much indicative. Of the kinds of solutions he offered, since he offered no explanation at all. Neither a definition of the kinds of problems nor on the solution. Her husband had offered him Scotch. So it was right to offer something in return, was it not? And after all, they were both in the same group. Had the same goals. Maybe. It didn't matter. A little scotch went a long ways in creating stable and promising work relationships for the future. Sometimes for as much future as there was. Let there be no constraints. “...many problems. Especially with colleagues.”

But sometimes, the third eye wanted to add, he was very bad at solving his own. Those steely eyes very much gave her their undivided attention. And no, there was nothing erotic behind them. Neither the cold steel. Rolling waves his words might be now, but himself, he was calm again.