It was the first time in too long of a time that Priscilla had managed to eat quality food, without digging through what little amount of money she had left in her ATM card. For the longest time, she had regretted not saving up more money in the bank. But this, this smorgasbord of food sitting before her was amazing. Priscilla looked through the refrigerator and various cabinets in awe. Frankly, she had gotten sick of the usual complimentary breakfasts served at hotels, the scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage. It was delicious at first, but after about a month she got sick of the hastily cooked meals.

Finally, she chose something that she had not eaten in quite some time - warm oatmeal. Priscilla wasn't an oatmeal type of person, but it was a nice alternative to the usual. She flicked through the various flavors, settling on the classic - apple cinnamon. 'Hey,' she thought as she stuck the cold oatmeal in the microwave, 'maybe if I try hard enough, I can meet some new people. I'm sure they can't all be unapproachable. There's got to be at least one other person I can relate to.'

Priscilla sighed and looked out the window at the beautiful school grounds outside. There were students sitting and talking, reading, doing just about anything a normal kid would do. It was hard to imagine that any of them were mutants. In fact, Priscilla would occasionally forget that she was a mutant, and that she was not considered normal and hated by many an ignorant person. But whenever Priscilla wanted to speak out about the discrimination and unfairness, she realized it would sound hypocritical of her. Not too long ago she shared the same conservative viewpoints on mutants, and was equally hostile to them. She turned around as the microwave beeped, 'I guess it takes one to know one.'

She retrieved the now steaming bowl of oatmeal and searched around the kitchen for a spoon. The kitchen was larger and more confusing than her room at her old home. She set the oatmeal on a counter and proceeded to open various drawers and cupboards, "This is really pathetic," she began, "Where do they keep the spoons?"

Another night slowly traced into daylight. Early morning rolled into the windows as the sun illuminated the wrinkles and creases in Garrett's face. Sleep had started to come in small packages of late. No more luxurious eight hour resting periods. He had found it amusing that even on the street he manged more sleep than he did now. He knew the cause. The cause of All Things Bad, the virus. His abilities were now much stronger than they had been before. The cost was higher than the value though. Either he suffered nausea, sleeplessness, muscle spasms and worse or he succumbed to the thing inside him that demanded to unleash pain upon others.

Sliding into a brown shirt and brown sweats, he made his shoeless way to the kitchen. At least some food would help. It certainly should, considering Garrett couldn't remember the last time he had stopped to eat anything, Days and nights seemed to slide by without date or time. Awake. Not awake. His mind was worse or better now, one of the two. He made his way to the entrance of the kitchen and could hear shuffling. He stopped short and stood just out of sight. Who would be in the kitchen right now? He had hoped for solitude.

"This is really pathetic. Where do they keep the spoons?" Garrett immediately smiled. A voice he didn't recognize. A new person, free of the baggage of the past. He swiveled around the corner and cleared his throat." Third drawer to the right of the sink. I'm guessing you are new? My name's Garrett." Walking into the room, it seemed that the young lady was wearing something a bit formal for oatmeal, but upon further inspection the garment seemed to come from her. Out of her, really. So, it became appropriate.

Priscilla opened drawer after drawer to no avail. She found it kind of humorous that she had managed to survive several months of her life in hotels, and yet couldn't find kitchen utensils. She was just about to give up and try to eat it the way she was always taught to eat miso soup at Japanese restaurants when she heard a voice from behind her, "Third drawer to the right of the sink. I'm guessing you are new? My name's Garrett.".

Priscilla jumped a little, startled that she had not heard anyone behind her. She flashed an artificial smile and hastily replied, "Thanks..." before opening said drawer and retrieving a long silver spoon. It was then that she realized that she wasn't wearing anything. Well, technically, she was covered up, but she hadn't expected bumping into anyone and thus hadn't felt the need to dress up. It slowly dawned on her that the man in front of her that she did not know, was basically looking at her nude.

She quickly checked to see the leaves were covering any questionable areas and tried to hide the bright red blushing that she was accustomed, and cursed, to own. She took the oatmeal bowl and took a bite trying to think of something to say, "Oh! I'm sorry. I'm really out of it today. My name's Priscilla. Nice to meet you.". She took another bite and sat down on the counter, making sure the leaves didn't fan upwards. It was just her luck to be caught in such a situation.

"I'm sorry I'm not wearing anything too... appropriate. I'm sort of in casual attire right now." She blushed again, "I could go change, if you want. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable but I-" She cut herself off before she babbled onwards. She was like this with strangers, and she noticed that she had not looked into this Garrett's eyes once. She was terrible at making eye contact with new people. She decided to make a conscious effort to stare him in the eyes. She'd seem more approachable that way.

Garret had apparently frightened the girl or at least caught her off guard. He figured it was due to his shoeless travel, thanks to Maya and her company. As she turned around, Garrett did his best to remain composed, as while it seemed her plants covered her, they only did so somewhat, as she was basically nude beneath the thin green veil over her body. Eyes up, eyes up. He could see that she was also flustered by the situation, her cheeks and body turning a Maya type of blush color as she tried to eat oatmeal and act discreet.

"I'm sorry I'm not wearing anything too... appropriate. I'm sort of in casual attire right now.I could go change, if you want. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable but I-" He smiled, his eyes still fighting hard against his conscience and rationale to probe her body. " It's quite alright. I am a big boy and have seen it all before. The only ones I would worry about are perhaps the younger students. It might be too early a lesson in female anatmomy for some of them. Just a thought, though." She was looking him straight in the eye now, which helped alot, as it gave Garrett something to focus on that wasn't so easy to focus on.

" I suppose you haven't been here long? You very well could have. I get wrapped up in my own little dramas quite often, so I sometimes miss out on the obvious." Understatement of the millenium. He was doing better, though. That was one thing to remain proud of.

Priscilla turned awkwardly to the side for a bit, trying to think of an appropriate way to respond without seeming anti-social, which was, of course, her specialty. She finished her bowl of oatmeal, slid off the counter, and stuck the bowl in the sink behind her. She decided if she was doing something, it'd be harder for her to come off as too strange.

"It's quite alright. I am a big boy and have seen it all before. The only ones I would worry about are perhaps the younger students. It might be too early a lesson in female anatomy for some of them. Just a thought, though.". She paused for a second, mid-scrub.Well that was a tad awkward, wasn't it. Amusing in the way he worded it, but awkward nonetheless. She realized what she was doing and hurriedly continued scrubbing before finally turning around and saying, "Well, I'd like to think that none of the younger people here would be so blatant as to try anything, but if that's what you're hinting at... and well I'd like to change anyway. It's been a while since I had to worry about... privacy."

It was at that point where the regret attack happened. The 'why did I just say that?', the 'that was really stupid', the 'oh shit' moments. She finished up the dish and placed it on the counter. She wouldn't want to bend down and put it in the dishwasher. She liked the man, but was too self-conscious, and a little awkward around him, based on the situation and the dialogue between them. She'd put it in later.