"It won't. I am not far. Just a few miles. I left key in bike." But she did comply with what the other asked her, putting plenty of pressure on that wound. Luckily it did slow to just an oozing, but it would take time to heal on its own. She waited for Darkshift to get on the bike if she was.

If she did get on, Xavia would follow and then give directions the best she could, and if/when they got going, they would not take too long to get there because her house was literally as she had said. The charming, restored Victorian would sit as a welcome to the woman.

Xavia would stumble off the Harley again and gesture for Dark to follow her in, "Bring keys." Obviously, opening the door was going to be a problem. Xavia had a sense of Deja Vu... Oh.. Yeah.. She had just been through a very similar scene with Kendra. Yeesh, she really needed to quit getting into trouble.

The place was richly restored, hard wood floors gleaming... Big open floor plan, homey furniture and accessories, no tv, pictures everywhere. Ther center of the foyer featured the piano, and there was a nice kitchen off to the right. It was pretty spectacular and indicated she wasn't broke, but understated enough that one would speculate as to how much she had.

She went for the bathroom under one of the double stairs leading up to the second and third storeys. She fumbled for the first aid kit.

Jayden hopped on the bike and waited for Xavia to do the same.  Scales came back up to cover her head. They might not be much protection should they happen to crash, but it was better than nothing.  Hopefully they wouldn't be stopped for her lack of a helmet. That would be a really bad end to a really bad day.

Following the other woman's instructions, it didn't take long to reach their destination.  It was nice, nicer than she expected.  Clearly the other woman had some money to her name.  Lucky her.  Not everyone was so fortunate in the world.  It was easy to not have to steal when one all ready had the means to live a comfortable life on their own.

Closing the door behind her, Jayden placed the keys onto the nearest table as Xavia went to the bathroom.  "Do you have a first aid kid in there?  Do you need any assistance?" she called out from the foyer.  She felt bad that someone else had gotten hurt defending her and if she could help tend her wounds, it was the least she could offer.

"In here," she said. Dark might notice at some point a bit of a pamphlet sitting on the piano. If she looked through it, she would see that Xavia was offering a safe haven for other mutants in the house, that she was not wanting to live in there alone. There was an explanation of how she had been homeless in her lifetime, that she knew what it was to be scared of not waking up the next day. She did not explain that she had a good life now because she worked herself to the ground for it...

She had three jobs... Though she had sold her family's greenhouse in Michigan since her father had passed away and her mother just couldn't look at the place anymore, she was working on moving the actual company to upstate NY. Add to that, there were framed album covers with the blonde version of Xavia on them. She was no superstar, no household name, but she did see profits from album sales. Lastly, though there was absolutely no indication other than the stack of graded papers on her kitchen counter, that she was a teacher.

Xavia walked out of the bathroom, sat down and set down the supplies for stitches, a curved needle still in the sealed plastic, as well as the sealed up thread. Sterile bandages were set out as well. "Do yo do stitch?"

While Jayden waited for Xavia, she noticed and made a mental note of the pamphlet on the table about the place being a mutant boarding house, of sorts.  She wasn't quite sure where she was going, now that she had a bit of money to her name, but it was good to have options.  One thing she knew for certain was that she wasn't about to remain in the abandoned apartment building Elliott had brought her too on her first night back in the city.  As far as squats went, it was the best she'd ever seen, but it was still a squat and she still aspired to better.

"Do yo do stitch?"

"I can get by," she answered, making her way to the bathroom.  Violence had been a part of her life from a young age and knowing how to stitch someone up was a skill worth having.  On her way, she also noticed the framed albums with what appeared to be the other woman's face on the cover.  There had been a time when she'd aspired to make music as well, but that seemed like a niave pipe dream of youth, now days.

Arriving in the bathroom, Jayden picked up the curved needle and thread.  "I'm sorry, this may hurt a bit but I'll get it done as quickly as I can.  Lets give your wound a good cleaning before we get started."  She waited for the other woman to follow instructions and prepared to stitch her wounds.

"Will be okay, do as you must..." She said, following orders just fine. The wound would be a near perfect circle, and look sort of like an exit wound to being impaled upon something but without actually being such a wound. It was not terribly deep, but it was wide.

There was a sheen of sweat on her upper lip, since wounds on the hand usually hurt pretty effing bad. But Xavia did not utter a word of complaint if Darkshift were to start cleaning the ugly looking wound. In fact, she seemed to hold herself as relaxed as she could since tensing up would only make it worse.

There were plenty of scars to paint a picture that matched the experimentation talk from earlier. The other woman might notice them, she might not, for they had faded and dud not really make her look bad in general. "Talk to me about yourself while you stitch." She said.

The wound wasn't quite like any that Jayden had ever tended before.  It was the shape that was unusual: perfectly round.  Still, even with its odd nature, the general tenants of first aid still applied and within a short period of time the wound was clean and she started stitching.  While it was fairly wide, fortunately it wasn't especially deep. 

"I don't know that there's much to say about me and my life," she responded to the request as she worked.  "Didn't have a terribly happy childhood.  Grew up poor and often hungry and when my step father discovered I was a mutant, well, let's just say things took a major downturn."  The bitterness was obvious in her voice.  "Ran away from home at 16 to come here, was forced to return for a few months because my mom was dying of cancer and now I'm back."  So much more could be said, but she didnt' want to depress the other woman.  "Now I'm working at making my life better."

Jayden felt bad for the pain Xavia was obviously going through and she worked as quickly and precicely as she was able to.  "How about you?  Tell me a little about yourself."

"My life... Is complicated," She said, voice tight as the needle was plied to her skin and stitches started. "Kidnappings... Massacres... Experiments... Lots of news articles written about me." She nodded over toward the scrapbook her mother had made about her trials and tribulations. "I sing, but after one tour, I just want home and do not make second album. I run greenhouse business and teach at mansion mostly now. Biology and botany. I buy t'is house and fix it before wrecking ball could get to it... After I squat here when I had no place to go." She was starting to realize that she wanted to start.. Tucking stuff away.

But the scrapbook and the many pictures were there to try and tell a story to potential boarders who might be scared mutants like she had once been. "No matter how many layers of paint here, I know where every bullet hole is."

"It sounds like you've had a rough time of things," Jayden replied, authentic empathy in her voice.  "I can imagine some of that must have been terrifying.  I've never been kidnapped or experimented upon, but I've definitely squated and its not something I'd wish upon anyone.  Bringing yourself up from something like that, its really impressive."  Maybe it was a sign that the hopes she had for her own future might not be so far fetched after all.

"If you ever need a hand or someone to bash in a few heads, you can call me."  It was only fair, after all.  Xavia had saved her life or at least saved her a great deal of physical harm, she should offer to do the same.  Next time around, she'd be far more prepared.

The final stitch was completed and she began to clean up.  "That should do you.  Just keep it clean and change the bandages regularly and you should be fine."  She smiled, starting to really feel the exhaustion from the day's events.

"Not always easy." She agreed with a tired smile. She was ready for bed. "You are welcome here whenever. Door is always open." And then Dark gave her care instruction for her wound. She said, "So tired, ready for bed."

Unless anything else needed to be said, she would offer a bed for the night, and if that was declined, she would show her the door, exchange numbers and make sure her new friend was safely seen away.

"I would really appreciate a bed to sleep for the night," Jayden responded, her voice sounding as tired as she felt.  It was a long trip back home, such as home was at the moment and 'home' wasn't exactly much to speak about.  To sleep in a properly heated building with a proper, soft bed would be nothing short of amazing.

Jayden followed any direction given to a spare room and exchanged numbers.  Learning experiences were not always easy but hopefully something good had come out of this whole nightmare.