>> "I am not upset wit' any of what you said, Devon. And I already took care of him."

Devon nodded once. No need to probe that topic further. It seemed Xavia had found her own plan. Devon was glad for that; there was practically no way to tolerate such. Yes, it could be a fine line legally for some situations, but certainly this didn’t seem to be one.

His lips turned from grin to sympathetic small smile at the sight of the tears in her eyes. He nodded as she mentioned a drink, even tea. Funny how that comment turned to another person Devon associated with drinking. There was no way she knew a different Artair. His grin returned at the turn of her demeanor as the Scotsman came up.

It could possibly be the same Derek. My New York City was big but mutant circles were far smaller. He was only aware of the Kendra girl as the one Artair reported was invisibly in the Inferno, sort of. That was a topic he should probably get more information on, especially if they were all associating. Maybe she had interests in Haven’s goals. At least some of them, anyway.

“I know Artair, and Derek, if it’s the southern Derek with the animal communication skills,” Devon said with humor in his tone. “I’m glad they’ve all rallied behind you. They’re good people.”

She pulled a card out of the bag she kept her wallet and gear in, handing him her business information which had her cell number listed since she was usually out and about more than anything. She handed him the card, which read:

Xavia A. Worshahlai - CEO

Rózsavörös Greenhouses, LLC
Her address
xxx.xxx.xxxx(phone number)

Once he received the card, she said, "T'at is my cell number on t'ere. You seem like you have a good head for business and I am always looking to network. And... We may as well have said we struck up a friendship, yes?" The caramel eyed red head peered at him with some curiosity, now that she was passed the whole... frightened thing. He would figure out, probably, that she was super friendly despite all of the bull-crap she had endured, and that she was one of the most generous souls he would meet.

"Yes, t'ey are bot' wonderful." She commented on what he said about two of her favorite people. Her mouth curled up into a slight smile and she showed that she was easing around him inadvertently by laying back in the grass.

Xavia produced a business card for him and Devon returned one in kind. It listed him as a Founder of the Haven organization, the CEO of Hadden’s Havens, and volunteer manager at Sanctuary. His office address at Plum Island, his email address, and his cell phone number were all listed as well as the emblem of the Hagen organization.

Devon read over Xavia’s card with a grin. He chuckled as she asked if they’d established a friendship. “I sure hope we have.” He looked up, making eye contact and nodding the affirmative. “And agreed on Derek and Artair. Funny how mutant circles work. I met Derek recently, Artair a little while ago as I did attend NYU. No matter how big New York City is, mutants find one another.”

He laughed, “Though I guess volunteering at Sanctuary that wouldn’t be a surprise to anyone.”

"Good, nice to have more friends," she murmured, tucking her hands behind her head and watching the fluffy white clouds floating about in the super blue sky. "It is nice to hear t'e efforts are growing to make a difference in what goes on in t'is world. Hopefully my grandkids will not have to fight t'e way we do now, yes?" She yawned and then sat up, her stomach giving an inhumanly hungry growl from the walking she had done. She wanted a veggie burger so bad right then.

She grimaced a little bit and hoped he didn't hear, then cleared her throat, "I am kind of hungry." That was a given. In the meantime, she put his phone number into her cell, then sent a text saying, "Gotcha" really quickly. "And maybe I wouldn't mind company. It will keep weirdos at bay, wouldn't it?" She was still paranoid.

>> "It is nice to hear t'e efforts are growing to make a difference in what goes on in t'is world. Hopefully my grandkids will not have to fight t'e way we do now, yes?"

Devon nodded, “That’s the hope. I think there will always be something to work toward, but this nation’s history of civil right issues needs to be resolved once and for all.” It took too long and came up for every new group, nation, people… It was ridiculous fear-based manipulation and control. Education and involvement was the key.

He grinned, lifting an eyebrow and leaning forward as she did. He heard the growl and wasn’t surprised to hear she was hungry. She wasn’t eating for one after all. He glanced at his phone as she texted him then saved her contact info as he stood.

>> "And maybe I wouldn't mind company. It will keep weirdos at bay, wouldn't it?"

“What an invitation,” Devon laughed. He bobbed his head from side to side in thought as he glanced in the direction of Haven. He sighed, “I should honestly get back. But another time? It’s been a pleasure to meet you. Sorry again to have startled you.” With a grin he offered a hand to help her to her feet.

She let him pull her up, and said, "Well, I suppose we can do t'at." She nodded and brushed off her pants. Hersigh was heavy as she realized that sitting on the ground made her back hurt, and she had a date with a hot tub. That would be great. "Give me a call if you ever want to show me this Haven of yours. I'll be happy to look and perhaps... even donate to the cause."

Xavia was serious about her offer, she was always looking to help out with their kind. Somehow. Assuming he gave her a reply, she would then watch him walk off toward his work, and she would stand there for a moment... And then she had a really strange feeling, a nasty feeling that someone was watching her besides the animals that Derek had following her. She wanted to call Devon back and insist he at least escort her away from the park, but thought better of it and rubbed at the gooseflesh on her arms.

When she left, there were... indeed... eyes upon her...