Patience wasn't one of Ifreet's strongest virtues. He'd stood in the cold outside City Hall for the better part of an hour, waiting for the rest of the protest to show up. As it was, just a handful of people were present-- mutant and human. Nonetheless, Ifreet held his sign up high: MUTANT RIGHTS NOW! Various other signs sprouted up among the ten folks protesting, but little else. With such a small group, the energy just wasn't there. 

Nevertheless, they chanted and shook their banners as best they could. Trying not to be self conscious of their tiny group. 

Larraine's bewildered state would be brought on by cheering, protesting - happening whilst she slumbered on a bench. She wouldn't have the opportunities that others had, but she herself wasn't much for protesting; it did catch her interest, however, as she walked over to the protesters with a familiar smile. 

"You seem to be lacking the spirit," she stated to the protesters. "What are you protesting for in particular? Don't we have most rights? More than some do, anyway.." She curiously questioned one person, in particular, a man holding up a poster which reads 'mutant rights now'. In her mind, Larraine knew the reason she was questioning his motive, to have both more of an understanding and to perhaps make a point. 

"If you want to gain more attention to your protest," Larraine began to try to influence the other mutants, pausing briefly. "Maybe you should try using your powers to gain attention; that's just an idea, though." Influencing mutants to consider their circumstances wasn't particularly a strong suit for the female, especially considering her age and current status in her living environment. The judgement of others had ruined her chances once before and due to that, Larraine wouldn't mind hearing the dispute of the harm that has been caused by the frantic, judgmental human species. Not all of them were terrible, after all, but the root of her judgement caused her values and opinions to come across as hypocritical in the moment without realizing the outcome of her actions and words.

The kid startled Ifreet, and his eyes flared. It was true, though. Their heart wasn't in the protest. The small group was a part of it, but who the hell was she to give advice? Just a kid. 

"Who the hell are you? Look, we have rights, but you know it's still legal to fire a mutant for being a mutant? Same thing with denying housing and medical care. The fight isn't over, and if we use our powers here, it's just an excuse for Them to arrest us for 'disturbing the peace'. We are far from equal, kid."

"Another stranger on the street." Larraine responded. "That's basically all I am." She witnessed his eyes flare, fascinated by them. "Those laws are horrible, especially for those who aren't able to hide their abilities - I have been in that situation before, hence why I'm on the street. I wasn't serious about you using your powers, I thought you could all use some enthusiasm, that's all." Her words would be mumbled behind the blanket she had wrapped around her entire body. 

"Maybe you could try interacting with people? I know a few individuals who protest for mutant rights themselves, a friend named Celestina. You're not alone in this battle. But it seems that as of right now, you're not getting anybody's attention." Then, she scanned the area surrounding them, glaring downwards to her watch, anticipating to meet someone near their location shortly; however, she wouldn't mind communicating about the protest until then, as she would do anything to fill the void of time. Her eyes specifically directed towards a more sizable group of people near a coffee shop. "You could move to another place to protest, gain more supporters and then come back to this spot. People passing this area aren't really interested in protests, as much as that sucks. Sorry for the advise, I know that you're more than capable - but as a fellow mutant, I know how frustrating it can be to seemingly have little to no support." 

"That's the way the wind blows, kid. People are all about the big, broadcast protests and marches, but couldn't give a rat's ass about the small, daily stuff. It's like how voter turn-out skyrockets during presidential elections, but plummets during small-scale, local stuff. The irony is that it's those small, daily actions that actually affect change."

The kid was curious and opinionated, for certain. Like himself at her age. Of course, it couldn't really be said that he'd changed all that much in the decades between them. She was helping as best she could, he supposed. He looked at her almost for the first time, seeing the tells in her clothes, her smell. "Hey, do you have a place to stay?"

"No, I have nowhere to stay." Her answer was filled with insecurity. It would be clear that Larraine wouldn't want to answer this question, especially considering the fact they were barely acquaintances. She would soon change the subject altogether. "They're not necessarily small actions - at least not to us," she paused briefly. "They simply don't want to change because they're ignorant. They're unable to see that there is something to change due to them not being experienced, I guess." Her insecurity was enhanced by her current appearance. It is the genuine truth that Larraine kept her appearance to the best of her capabilities, but being a homeless youth had it's disadvantages. She simply would prefer to spark up a conversation in the street opposed to homeless shelters - they were decent in most cases, however, Larraine had less than pleasure experiences in these 'shelters' causing her to be biased. 

"Do you have somewhere to stay yourself?" She asked him a similar question, a know-it-all grin rising across her face. It was an obnoxious grin, immature even for her. This was clearly a source of entertainment for a girl. "You have most likely already assumed that I'm homeless," Larraine bluntly stated as her expression changed, becoming more genuine as she instinctively shrugged, as if her feelings weren't important. "At least I have the street rats as my friends." She mumbled, forcing herself to make light of her situation.