She wasn't looking to get drunk, and nor was she looking to feel hands upon her. She did, after all, retain her gypsy morals despite having run away from home. Home... Home had been stifling... It had been louder and more obnoxious than this bar with the screeching singers trying to emulate their idols in a drunken stupor. She was slightly home sick despite her newfound freedom, because at least she had a roof over her head and a supply of food in her belly. Out of money, no home, no job, and a car that was about to die and should probably just go to the junkyard; how depressing!

Martha leaned against the bar, watching quietly as some lady stepped up to the mic, and the words to the next song came sprawling onto the screen. She was out of tune, and nobody cared but the sober. They were good sports and cheered her on. Martha winced into her water. And then she started to formulate a plan... What if she used her power to get a wallet or two to drop out of some unsuspecting man's pocket... She could use the karaoke to her advantage. Yes... And then she would "borrow" enough money to eat from, right?

She grabbed a nearby book, the pencil and the slips that one had to fill out for the use of the machine. A fitting song was picked for the situation.... The Flying Lizzards, "That's What I want." She scribbled "Gypsy" down, and then turned her sheet in... Then waited her turn. It took about three or four songs before she went up to the stage, took the mic, gave the thumbs up and didn't even bother looking at the screen when she belted out the oldie.

"The best things in life are free! But you you can give it to birds and bees, I want money! That's what I want.... That's what I waaaaaa=haaant... Your love is such a thrill! But your love won't pay my bills, I want money! That's what I want...!" And as she sang, she eyed her target, saw his wallet already half out of his pocket, started moving toward him as the object started gently pulling out of the back pocket. As it hit the floor, she put her foot on it and her arm around the man to get him to sing with her. Then when he was good and giggly, she gave him a view of the girls by pretending to dance for him, bending down and sticking the wallet in her boot as stealthily as she could before dancing away, nobody the wiser. At least... she hoped... She moved to the stage to finish what she started, then went into the bathroom to see what her prize was...

She locked the bathroom door and grabbed the wallet with shaky hands, opening it and pulling out just ten dollars out of the couple hundred he had in there. She wasn't about to steal that much... No... Just enough so she could eat, she was almost sobbing from being hungry... After pocketing the ten spot, she ran out of the bathroom and to the guy it came from, "Dude, you have to be more careful," she said in her Southern drawl, "Ya dropped your wallet, buddy." She handed the mostly full thing back to him, and he offered her money.... She bit her lip, then nodded and took another hundred. Okay, he offered!

She was so hungry that she wasn't thinking about being greedy, she just wanted food and the money would go a long way to get it. She nearly ran out of the bar to look for a fast food place...

Deciding to absorb the last remaining sunlight, Ignacio decided to go for a leisure walk through. He made sure to tell an adult that he was heading out of the Mansion and assured them that he would be back a hour before curfew. After getting the okay, he did just that. Ignacio noticed how far the Mansion was from all of the exciting things New York City had to offer. He guessed it made sense since a bunch of mutant kids wandering around the Big Apple wasn't safe for anyone.

Ignacio was dressed nicely wearing a pastel pink shirt that were tucked into his khaki shorts and Sperry's on his feet. His hair was slicked back and his finger nails clipped to perfection. Ignacio Ramírez loved his preppy boy style. It made him feel special. Though all of this was to cover up his self loathing.

With the reminder of light that was left, Ignacio turned the corner to go to one of the bars he liked. Though he was too young to drink, it was nice to be able to sing and listen to others do the same. Just before he could walk into the bar, a woman rang into him.

"Umph!" Ignacio stumbled back, almost falling on his butt. He quickly swiped around to see the lady. "Hey! You tan into me!"

"Oh!" she did run into someone. She only tightened her grip on the neatly rolled up money she still had in her palm. "Um... Sorry! I am in a hurry and was not lookin', silly me!" She exclaimed as she stuck the money in the pocket of her jean shorts... Her stomach rudely interjected some kind of inhuman growl, and she blushed, "I am sorry!"

And then she started to jog toward the restaurant across the street to spend her ill gained profits. She was going to be sick if she did not fill her poor, empty stomach. The smell of burger made her want to weep with joy as she slipped in and up to the counter. The clerk asked her for her order and she immediately rattled off two meals or so worth of food. They were not quick enough for her liking, but when she had the bags of food in hand, she went back outside and sat down on the sidewalk. Then she opened the first bag with shaking fingers, pulled french fries out and just began to shove several into her mouth all at once.

Ignacio had no idea where the woman was going, but he sure was about to find out. He decided to make chase after seeing the money being stuffed into her jeans and her stomach growl.

He made sure to keep a good distance behind her so that he didn't look suspicious. Had the woman stolen the money? Did she just finish dealing with a "client"? These were all questions that Ignacio needed answered. Plus, if she did steal something, it was his job as a hero to advantage those who have been wronged and that included thieves.

After about five minutes, he found himself watching the woman run into a restaurant. Ignacio concluded that she was obviously hungry. That would explain the sound that was emitted from her stomach when she stopped to apologize.

Ignacio side stepped so that she didn't see him. He watched as he sat down and devoured the fries. He slowly made his way over to her, stopping a good two feet away before addressing her.

"Hola, Señorita," he started softly in Spanish, "Are you okay?" Igancio would've took a seat next to her, but those khaki shorts that he was wearing cost over fifty dollars and he had no intention of getting them dirty.

She was already done with the first of her fries by the time he addressed her, and she sent a startled look his way, then she muttered, "No." Then she took the first burger out, fingers still shaking with her hunger, and she turned so her back was to him so he wasn't watching her stuff the food so violently into her mouth that she was starting to gag. "I'm hungry," she said around a large bite of food, which kind of distorted the words.

She hadn't stolen all that money, just a tiny bit of it. Truth was, it still ate at her that she did it, but she was too hungry to think clearly. The guy wouldn't miss the money, right? Ugh, why did this new person had to come up and start looking at her. Stop looking at me, she thought and shoved another bite in, finishing off the burger. It was clear that she hadn't eaten in days.

"...Oh," Ignacio watched the woman scruff down her food like there was no tomorrow. It kind of reminded him of himself except with Hersey's chocolate bars. Gods, he could go for a couple right now. Ignacio reached into his pocket and pulled out a kiss instead and de-wrapped it, popping it into his mouth. Iggy loved how the chocolate instantly melted on his tongue, "alright, then. You might need to slow down or you'll get a stomach ache."

"..." Ignacio looked over her, studying her clothing choice and disapproved, "...are you homeless?"

"You are looking at my home," she muttered at him, first for him telling her to slow down, then at him asking her if she was homeless. Jeeze, who was this guy?? She didn't mean to be irritable. Her stomach was still feeling empty, and she dug out the second bag of fries, shoving three in her mouth and chewing. She spoke around the food again, "Gypsies are used to wandering around in cars, though..." she shrugged up at him and stood up, opening her car door with a loud squeak of protest coming from that. She tossed her other burger in the car for later. He would see that the car was IMMACULATE. Like, he could eat candy off the floor.

Her stuff was packed neatly into an army duffel that she kept in the back seat, there was no trash on the floor, there were cleaning products in a dollar store basket, and her personal hygiene stuff was neatly placed in another. Her car smelled like... lemon pine cleaner? What in the world? She leaned against the hood of her car after closing the door, nomming on the fries and licking the salt from her fingers.

Ignacio raised his eyebrows. So she was living in her car? He blinked a few times and tried to wrap his head around what she was doing, but at least her car was clean. He would've offered that she come to the Mansion, but he didn't know if she was a mutant or not.

Ignacio also wondered how she paid for gas and the insurance on it, but realized that it was probably one of his business. It was none of his business. "Uh, so, you stay in a car? How do you...function? Like, where do you take care of your," he gestustered to her body in a swerving motion, "body?"

She had a fry held halfway to her lips when he asked her that question. "Wherever I can find a shower. Mostly truck stops... Not much of those here in the Big Apple though, I spose. I manage." She ate the fries, stuck her hand back into the bag and frowned when she closed her fingers around that last little one. Damn. She had to make that money stretch... It would feed her for the next month if she was careful. The fast food had been mostly dollar menu items... And she couldn't eat that junk forever... It wasn't like it even tasted good... She was just hungry.

"It doesn't matter anyways. This was a stupid idea."

"...what are you talking about? What was a bad idea?" Ignacio asked, taking a half a step closer to the woman. She was certainly a change woman. What was she again? A gypsy? He didn't know a lot about gypsies except for Esmeralda. The teenage Sun god sneezed in his arm and blinked a few times.

Ignacio brought his face from his elbow and looked directly at the setting sun. He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes to enjoy it. "Ahh...doesn't the Sun just feel good on your skin?"

"Running away." she muttered. "I'm tired, I am hungry, I miss my loud family... But too late now, I spose." Martha shrugged, wadded up the fry bag and stuck it in the nearby trashcan because she refused to litter. Now that her stomach was full, she sighed, feeling the guilt start to eat at her for the money she took. But she had already spent a few bucks of it and she really needed the rest to keep herself afloat for the next bit of time. Damn it, what to do?

"We gypsies use tanning beds to emulate the sun." She said, and realized how stupid that was.

"...Oh." Ignacio blinked. He didn't know what else to say other than that. If she missed her family, then why was she running away from them? Ignacio missed his family too and who run toward them if given the chance. The young mutant looked at the woman. She was quite interesting.

"...Tanning beds?" Huh, that was new. If they wanted to "emulate the sun", why not just go to the beach and hang out there. That's what Ignacio did when he wanted some sun time. Ignacio folded his arms over his chest and shifted his weight to one side.

"Well, that's new..." Iggy smiled some and rocked back on his heels and toes. "So, where are you from? Obviously not around here."

"Too late anyways." She said with a sigh, "They'll not let me back in the community now without proving I'm still pure. Oh well. I just want to live." She muttered all of this to herself more than anything. Then she peered at him with her eye brow lifted... "I come from Kentucky. Tanning beds are a thang, yeah." She gave a shrug and eye balled him. "Gorgers like you don't understand. See, in the land of Gypsies, we do weird thangs like go to get spray tans and clean our houses from dawn till dusk like the germies will eat us or somethin. Everyone is loud and fighting and stupid. Heaven forbid I don't wanna get married at fourteen, I am an old maid cause I am older than 20. Get it now? We're weird. Y'all have it easy on the outside with your real sun." She snorted and then opened her car back up to sit down on the passenger seat.

Gorgers? What did she just call him? Ignacio raised his eyebrows in question. As she went on to explain about her gypsy ways, he realized that "Gorgers" meant non gypsy like "gringo" meant non Hispanic in Spanish. "...sounds horrible! You get no Sun at all?!" Like that was the most important part. The teenage mutant stuffed his hands into his pockets and smiled a bit.

"...You could find a job? I used to have one acting in commercials, being an extra, and even a supporting actor once." Ignacio was very proud of his acting "career". He stopped because he realized that it wasn't something he wanted. Though, it was fun and paid well. Still paid well.

"Yes, we have sun in Kentucky, silly." She waited for him to understand why the tanning bed thing was actually weird. She, herself, had her last bit of a fading tan from one of those blasted beds. That part was great. She didn't want to look like shoe leather.

"I just got here a few weeks ago. Thought If'd try my luck at making it in the big city. So far, I am just hungry and tired." She gave a shrug and looked down at her hands. "I don't wanna be some actress. I wanna sing."