It was half past nine in the evening and for the previous two hours a young man had been imprisoned by his own parents. The thing is, he wasn't one who enjoyed it very much when he had to stay put for a very long period of time. To be quite honest, he wasn't one that liked staying put at all. He was made to move, and move fast. He needed adventure, he needed to know that he was free. At this point, he definitely was not. He was sitting on the small seat below the hotel room window, watching restlessly as the cars went by. He could see the people (People who weren't held up in a hotel room against their will) moving about down below, living their busy New York lives. Were they taunting him?

It was safe to say that Jesse Sawyer Shepherd wanted out. He had arrived in New York a mere three hours before, and had since been with his parents. They wouldn't let him out of their sight for even a fraction of a second! He was the Speedman for crying out loud! He could very well escape their grasp if he wanted to, right? Well, he had tried... more than once. So far, his attempts had been a failure. Having known about his Mutant powers for a while now, his parents were always prepared for a speedy exit. They had learned from their past failures and could now detect just when their son planned on speeding away. They had created some ways to suppress him, to stop him for doing what it was he wanted to do.

Well, there was one thing he hadn't tried yet. There was a ledge on the other side of the window. A window that could open and close. With the bit of hope implanted in his head, Sawyer sneakily glanced back at his parents, both of which were busy watching television. That would give him somewhat of a head start. Odds were, they would find out he'd left a mere second after he'd actually done the act... He could only run at about a hundred miles per hour or so. He wasn't entirely invincible. At this particular point though, he believed he was. And so, he slid open the window a few inches, enough so that he could slip through, and then was off.

Jumping first on the ledge, then on the balcony a story below, Sawyer continued to jump, twist and run for approximately five minutes. When he finally looked back, now a safe distance away, he realized he'd done it. His parents didn't appear to be about to chase him, but then again, maybe they'd just realized he wanted to explore a little before being bound down by rules at Xavier's tomorrow. Not that he'd be obeying those rules at that Freak Boarding School though. He was Sawyer, he never obeyed rules. Triumphantly, the young Mutant started to run. Running as fast as he could had always been a habit of his.

He knew very well that it could be dangerous, especially on the streets of such a big, busy city. You see, as he ran, his eyesight was greatly affected. His senses couldn't keep up with the speed he ran at. Everything was blurred and he could only hear the wind in his ears, as well as, perhaps, the faint sound of sirens and honking cars. With a year and a half's worth of experience however, he had learned to cope with that. He had no superhuman sensing abilities, but he was good at avoiding people, cars and anything that could endanger him. Or so he thought, because the next thing he knew, he'd slammed into... something. Well, someone... sort of.

Now sprawled on the ground, he couldn't help but feel a little angry. He knew it was his fault, and not the other Mutant's, but he did not care. "Sorry." he muttered, although it was evident he did not mean it.

It wasn't easy to adapt to having lost almost three years of your life from your mind. One day it was there and the next it was gone, completely and utterly. Oh, a few cobwebs of memory remained, the occasional face was familiar, but beyond that, nothing. Thus had been Meld's fate as, only a short while ago, she had come to consciousness wandering in the streets of New York, utterly unsure what had happened or where she was. Luckily she had people to help her, people who cared about her. Without Lori, Aura and Lenna she would have been even more lost than she was all ready. The Order took care of their own and she was one of their own. It was home and its people were family.

When Meld had first awoken she had barely even been able to register how long she had been a mutant and how completely above humanity she was but, primarily with Aura's help, she had begun to remember. If nothing else, she remembered the cause she had come to dedicate her life to. The helping of the mutant position in the world, first to equality with humans and, eventually, to the superior place in the world that was their inevitable right as the superior species. She even found a flier on a telephone pole not far from Sanctuary with her name and number on it. Apparently she had been helping mutants in the city in a more personal and direct way, offering to get them a place to stay or any other assistance they might require. It was good work, work she could be proud of, even if she didn't specifically remember actually doing it.

For the last several nights Meld had been going into the city, alone, trying to jog her memory. Every so often she would pass something and a new foggy image would appear in her mind, or a cobweb would solidify itself just a little bit. It was an agonizingly slow process and she wasn't certain if she would ever regain her full history, but it was better than doing nothing at all. She knew that she had done some terrible things in the past, killed and had people try to kill her. Unfortunately she couldn't remember any of those murders. Or, maybe not so unfortunate after all. She wasn't certain that she wanted to remember some of the things she had apparently done.

While Meld's tail eye allowed her to see behind her and in all other directions, it did not allow her to see any better at night than she did during the daylight hours. For that reason and perhaps because she wasn't, if she were honest with herself, paying as much attention as she should have been, she didn't see the man come zooming around the corner until she suddenly found herself knocked to the ground. She blinked, not quite sure what had happened, before looking down and seeing a man also sprawled out on the ground.

"Are you OK?" Meld asked the unknown blond. She made a quick visual inspection of herself to ensure she had no more than minor scrapes from the fall, before starting to get to her feet. No human could possibly run that fast, which left only one conclusion: This man was a mutant.

The fall was pushed aside as he truly realized just who he'd run into. Or what, really. This was no ordinary woman. She was most definitely a Mutant. Sawyer had met other Mutants before back in Seattle. He had had a few friends who could do superhuman things, but none of them had ever... looked like Mutants. This woman? Well, he would have quite a hard time trying to prove she was Human, that was a fact.

Although he had never really seen a Mutant with physical anomalies, he knew enough about the world to know they were the kind that were most hated. They couldn't hide who they were like others could, which meant they could also be a little bit hostile. On television and on the internet he had seen a few videos of Mutants in action, fighting for what they assumed was their rights. His rights. She seemed like the type who could get... more than a little violent. Then again, she wasn't entirely invincible. She was, like him, on the floor, seemingly a little confused.

Well, she had reasons. It wasn't every day a teenager came running at a hundred miles per hour toward you, knocking you down, now was it? Okay, so maybe here in New York it could be. After all, it was a very big city with a very big percentage of Mutants living in it.

Catching himself staring, Sawyer shook his head once, trying to compose himself again. In the matter of milliseconds, the sixteen year-old teen was back on his feet, watching down on the fellow Mutant as she got up. Slower than he did. He had his poker face back on. His blue eyes were unreadable and his face seeming like stone. A stone statue with wavy blond hair and bright blue eyes.

"Yeah, I'm a'right. How about you?" he said. And then, with somewhat of a smirk he added: "You can call me Speedman. Nice tail." He held out his hand to the Mutant. Sure she looked like a total freak, but he wasn't the type to run away scared... Even if he was the type that ran.

Meld could tell by the expression on the strange new mutant that he wasn't exactly the trusting type. Being a mutant, that wasn't entirely surprising. Often being untrusting was what kept you alive and healthy. However, being a mutant that looked like a human, trust was less of an issue than it was for someone like her. Then again, it might have been that he had just seen her on the news from one of her various less than scrupulous night out on the town, so to speak. Or, maybe he just had the common sense to realize that having built in blades meant she was probably dangerous. Which she was. Very much so. But he was a mutant so she was little threat to him, unless he decided to do something stupid like attack her without provocation.

"Glad to hear you're all right. I'm pretty tough, a fall on the ground isn't going to hurt me too much." She smiled in a way she hoped was disarming and non-threatening. It was a skill she still hadn't quite mastered and losing her memory hadn't really helped with that either. How did one look friendly when one was literally a walking weapon? Oh well, there wasn't really a lot she could do about that. "The name's Meld." She extended her blue veined hand for shaking.

At the mention of Meld's tail it looped around and blinked a ruby eye at Speedman. "Thanks. I designed it myself. So, is there any reason you're racing around not watching out where you're going?"

Sawyer watched the fellow Mutant attentively, trying to read her features. For a man who could show no emotion whatsoever, he was quite good at reading others. This woman though, he couldn't be too certain what she was making of him thus far. Did she want to hurt him? Kill him? Ask him to join some sort of cult? Maybe she wouldn't want to talk (He hoped it was the case, he didn't want to either) or maybe she was the bubbly type that wouldn't shut up. He would have to wait to see, but for some reason he had a feeling that he had a lot in common with this woman. Perhaps not when it came to style - because let's face it, he wouldn't be caught dead with metal limbs, blades, a tail and a crazy eye - but when it came to personality?

Maybe. She seemed like the quiet, thoughtful type. Maybe they both shared common ground when it came to their upbringing? Sure, maybe Sawyer hadn't had such a terrible life, but he'd been the black sheep of his family. He'd had to face the fact that he'd never be as smart or as talented as they were. Plus, he was a Mutant. Living the life of a Mutant was never fun and games...

He smirked once again as she told him she was also perfectly fine. Well, he didn't doubt it. She looked quite tough indeed. Then there was that creepy smile that just didn't suit her one bit. Okay, so she'd tried not to seem all bad guy-like, which was fine by him, but really? He didn't like people who acted like people they weren't. Maybe he was grateful she hadn't murdered him for bumping into her, but still... That smile? He knew very well it wasn't genuine. Or at least it didn't look it.

Meld. He nodded once, his features a emotionless mask once more. He was starting to get what her powers may be. Had she always looked that way, or had time made her that way? Melding weapons and other parts to her body. At least that's what he was gathering from her codename and abnormal body. Then she mentioned how she'd designed her tail herself. He nodded again.

"Nice." was all he said. Now he was more convinced he'd gotten her power right. Maybe not one-hundred percent, but close enough. So, what was he doing racing around, she'd asked? He smirked mischievously. An expression that was definitely not new to his face. "I need a little bit of fresh air." he said simply, a mysterious air lingering as he kicked at a pebble of the ground. "I assume you're not just taking a stroll in the moonlight, am I right?" he questioned back.

In the back of her mind, Meld wondered what had happened to this kid that had caused him to be so careful with his emotions. She was no expert at reading people or understanding people, by any means, but she knew when someone was being deliberately closed with their expression. She had met others like that before, knew that she could be like that as well, especially when in a life or death situation, and there was always a reason for it. There was always something in their past or their present, some person who had hurt them, some event they were trying to hide. The details were always different, but the basic reality remained constant.

"I needed a bit of fresh air myself," Meld replied. "Its been one of those nights." She wasn't about to get into the details with this stranger about her memory loss and certain discoveries she had made about herself and her actions that weren't exactly comforting. There were very few people she trusted enough to talk about her personal life with, especially those details of her personal life that were both very much in opposition to the law and which could be used against her. She was most certainly not going to talk abut those details with some stranger she had just met on the side of the road, so to speak, mutant or no mutant.

"So, I'm guessing your power has something to do with running, am I right?" Meld's tail swiveled back and forth, blinking in time with her natural eyes, keeping an eye out for any potential threats. The goal was to get to know the mutant and find out first, if there was anything she could do to help, and second if he would be an Order possibility. In order to do that she needed to get him talking and what better thing to start with than his power.

"I needed a bit of fresh air myself," were Meld's words. Having somewhat hidden the own reason why he truly was out here, Sawyer did not hold it against her that she was keeping things from him. To be honest, it wasn't as if either would reveal all of one's secret after a mere few minutes after meeting. He nodded agreeing as she added on about how it was one of those nights. Yes, it was.

Then the conversation turned to powers, much to Sawyer's displeasure. Okay, so he didn't really mind the fact that he was a Freak, but he'd never talked about it before. He'd hung out with a few Mutants before, but it had mostly been a way for him to be around people who knew what he was going through. You could compare it to drug addicts. They hung around together, but did not discuss their addiction much. Well, it appeared as if he'd have to get used to talking about it. He would constantly be around Mutants from now on.

Unless he could still find a way to convince his parents to let him go back home to Seattle. "Yeah, nothing too special." he explained, well, not that it was truly an explanation. Deciding that he could give her a little more to work with he added: "I can run at about a hundred miles per hour or so. I'm not sure, I never had someone use a speedometer on me. I also have better agility than most." There, that was enough.

His eyes strayed from the stranger's face to her tail. It was a pretty awesome one, he had to admit. "How about you? I think I may have a good idea of what you can do, but you could always clarify." He decided that since she now knew a little about him, he should know a little about her as well. It was just how things worked. He never let people know more about him than he knew about them. Just to be careful.

"That's nothing to be so modest about," Meld stated. She could imagine all the ways a power like that could be used. He woudln't ever have to worry about needing a vehicle, depending on how far he could run, of course. It'd be the perfect power for missions that involved getting in and getting out quickly. Maybe with a little training in some stealth and theft skills he could be quite the little force to be reckoned with. She even happened to know people that might be able to help with such training, if he was so inclined and was willing to agree with certain terms and conditions. One step at a time though.

"You should be proud of what you can do. Its something that makes you stand apart, makes you special. Some might even say its something that makes you better than almost everyone else. You're a mutant, you shouldn't feel ashamed of that fact." It always saddened Meld to hear of mutants who did feel ashamed of what and who they were. It just reinforced her belief that something needed to be done in order to change the state of the world. Mutants should not have to feel like freaks; they should be able to shout it from rooftops if they felt so inclined, and not have to worry about the negative and sometimes violent reactions of those around them.

"I can replace my limbs with specially forged flesh melds," Meld replied. She, unlike some, was actually proud to speak of her mutation. She was a mutant and people would just have to deal with it. If they didn't and tried to punish her for it, she could always kill them. No big deal. "I designed each one of these myself." Most mutants were stuck with whatever they were born with, she had the advantage of being able to custom tailor her body and her skills.

Sawyer didn't know what to make of her words. Was she implying that his power was a good one? That he had potential? Honestly, he had seen Mutants, both in Seattle and on Television, that could do things far better than... running. Sure, he liked his power a lot, but what good could it do if he wanted to save the world? He had heard a lot about people - Mutants - saving the world, and honestly, he somewhat wanted to be one of them. He wasn't entirely sure what to expect, he wasn't exactly siding thus far, but it would be quite fun to be one of the superheroes. Still, his power wasn't one that could fulfill such a task.

He listened to her words though. Pride, standing apart, special. The compliments did not move him in anyway. He stood there, his blue eyes staring in Meld's green ones. Was she serious? He wasn't that special. And then it clicked, she was one of the Human haters, wasn't she? "its something that makes you better than almost everyone else. You're a mutant." He may be a Mutant, but that didn't make him superior. He wasn't one that felt that way. Okay, so he'd done some things in the past that may seem as if he was leading himself into the bad guys' corner, he still did some of those things to this day but... he wasn't a killer. He wasn't about to hurt Humans because they didn't have powers.

It would be as bad as the Humans hurting Mutants because they do. He wouldn't go to that level. He'd heard about the Registration Act in Romania. About the States' very own a few years previously. Humans and Mutants were equally responsible in this, but they could possibly come to an understanding if... If everyone could get along for a period of time. To talk things out. Who knows, maybe at this moment things were improving. "I'm not ashamed of my powers," he stated tonelessly. Without a second thought, the Mutant started to run around Meld. A few seconds later and he had done quite a few handful of laps.

"I'm not necessarily better than people who have no superhuman abilities however. I do know a thing or two about the people who do. The whole Mutant superiority, but I don't believe in it myself. No offense." His eyes had taken on a slightly darker shade as he spoke, and his tone grew slightly colder. Just a little, probably not even enough for Meld to really notice a change.

Glad that the topic had changed yet again, Sawyer listened as she spoke of her own ability. It was indeed what he'd suspected, sort of. "Can you return to... average-looking limbs if you want to?" the question escaped his lips before he had the time to truly process it; something he usually did before speaking. He was sixteen, he was allowed to be curious sometimes.

Why did so many mutants disparage their own powers and long for the powers of others? Everyone had their own unique power with its own unique advantages. What was the use in desiring the power of another? Why not, instead, learn to use you own power to the best possible affect? It was something Meld had never been able to understand. Sure, Meld knew some mutants that could do amazing things, from Aura's aura to Shin's triangles to Abyss' super strength, but that was no reason to think that her own power was inferior to theirs. It was different, certainly, but while they could do things that she couldn't she could also do things that they couldn't. It was a matter of using her own strengths to the best of their capacity. She could see by his expression that Speedman hadn't yet come to that realization.

After the assertion that the man wasn't ashamed of his powers, Speedman proceeded to run several laps around Meld, so fast she couldn't even hope to keep up. After he finally halted, she smiled at him, approvingly. Perhaps there was some hope for him after all. He would be a dangerous enemy to have given that his speed would be difficult to deal with. Hopefully it would never have to come to that.

The man's next words returned Meld to her previous opinion that he might not have so much potential after all. Still, he was young and the young could often be made to see reason more than the old could. That was something working in his favour. "Believe what you want," Meld answered with a shrug, as if it didn't matter. "But we have attributes that they don't have. I don't speak in the moral sense of being better, just in the physical. Its simple biology, we can do what they can't. It doesn't mean that they aren't without worth or that they deserved to be abused for what they are, just that we have advantages of them." The words weren't entirely what she believed, but they were close enough.

"Even if I could return to looking normal I wouldn't," Meld answered honestly. She could, of course, return to at least looking mostly normal but that would involve stealing limbs and other body parts from people. Not only would it be denying what she was but it would also be vaguely disturbing, even for her. "I've worked long and hard on each and every one of my melds so why would I want to get rid of them? Well, unless I want to upgrade them of course." Which was always a possibility in the future.

Sawyer wasn't ashamed of his power. He'd never been. He didn't long for anyone else's power, he didn't long to be a Human again... He just, didn't feel as if he was powerful enough to be what he wanted to be. Sure, he could go through some form of training, sharpen up his skills, but what could he truly come to do one of those days? He was just Sawyer. A Mutant with no true friends, with no sense of belonging anywhere. A Mutant who's parents, he knew, feared him deep down. They didn't show it and they tried very hard to support him, but they did things, small things, that sometimes showed how much they wanted him to be normal again. Well, he wasn't going to be.

After voicing his beliefs on the Mutant war that had been building up for so long, the fact that he wasn't on the side of the villains seemed to move something in the other Mutant. She seemed... he couldn't be too sure. All he did know was that what he'd just said wasn't the best thing she'd heard today. When she included herself by saying they, he nodded. She had just confirmed his theory that she was one of them. The bad guys. It didn't move him however. He remained emotionless as she continued to speak. As if they were two strangers in a waiting room discussing the weather.

"Maybe you're right, maybe us Mutants, we are physically better than the Humans." he said. In a way, he did agree, but that still did not mean that Mutants deserved to be superior. They did not necessarily deserve to dominate the world. To treat Humans as slaves, as scum. To him, to Sawyer, both should be treated equally, which was something both kinds had to work at. The Humans as well as the Mutants. Maybe one of those days, probably many, many years from now, they could finally achieve this.

He wasn't surprised by her answer when it came to her ability and whether or not she would ever be able to look 'normal' ever again. Ever since he'd known about her views on Mutants and Humans, he seemed to be able to read her better. He knew generally what the bad guys were like, at least some of them. He'd seen riots, protests, fights... All of those on Television. He'd heard Mutants on the streets. In a way, he was one himself, or he had been. After discovering his power, he'd started to steal a lot. He was capable of doing so without ever being seen, which was a bonus, and he'd taken a liking to doing it. It was wrong, he knew it, and he had the means to survive without stealing, but he loved doing it. It was his fun.

"I admire you for being yourself and not letting others influence you in what you want." he said honestly, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. He wasn't completely opposed to her views; actually he respected her for it, but he wasn't entirely sure he would be better off fighting alongside her. He would probably never fight against her, but things could always change. Who knows what the future holds for him - maybe after a few months living amongst Mutants in the Mansion, he will be able to learn more and then figure out just where he belongs. With the villains, or with the heroes?

It seemed that Speedman wasn't going to be an easy recruit into the Order, which was a shame really. Nevertheless, as much as Meld would have liked to be able to bring Lori a new recruit, her main priority had to be helping mutants even beyond helping The Order itself. The Order was a means to an end not an end all on its own. Surely Lori would be able to understand that? "How long have you had your powers for?" Maybe that had something to do with why he seemed so hesitant to accept reality as it was.

Unlike some within The Order, Meld did not believe that humans had a lesser right to life or happiness than mutants did. Her crusade was for mutant rights, of course and she did believe that mutants were superior, but that didn't mean she would simply go around killing humans like animals. Some, through their actions, deserved death and in those cases she would carry out the sentence without a second thought. Some worked actively against her people and those were the ones who would be killed outright, if not by herself personally than by Aura or Abyss or any other who had a strong sense of conviction. And while she did believe that, as the superior species, mutants were the ones who would eventually and inevitably be the ones in power, that didn't mean she wanted humans to be slaves. Her ideal future was one in which mutants ruled with a benevolent hand, allowing humans the freedom to excel and live as they would, so long as they did so peacefully. Her views were not as extreme as the views of some.

"I admire you for being yourself and not letting others influence you in what you want."

Meld inclined her head in acknowledgment of his words. "Life is just all around more pleasant if you accept yourself as you are." She decided on a change of topic. "Are you new to the city? Do you have a safe place to stay?"

Sawyer wasn't entirely sure what the next few minutes held. Whether he was safe around Meld or not. She seemed harmless as of this point, but he could always be wrong. Some people, especially ones that had history in the more shady businesses, knew how to seem kind, safe. She could be one of those people, trying to gather enough information out of him. Once he was useless to her, she'd kill him. Well, that is if she managed to catch him. He had very good reflexes you see, and a speed and agility that could probably be an asset, even against her weapons.

That was when she asked him about his powers yet again. How long had he had them? He had to think about it for a fraction of a second. The thing is, he wasn't exactly one to count the months or the years since his powers had manifested. It was natural now, like when he'd learned how to read and write. He couldn't remember exactly when words had started to make sense to him, now could he? What he did know was that school had still been in session. He'd been working on some homework when he first found out. Probably in mid-June. "About two years ago, give or take a few months." he decided.

Sawyer nodded at her words, he had to agree. He remembered the first few days after finding out about his powers. He'd tried very hard to suppress them, to pretend he didn't have them. When the one-week mark hit however, he'd already learned how things were better at a rapid pace. He'd gotten even better at Football and track, two sports he'd been the best at before his powers. His reputation as a Jock had nothing but thrived since his powers had manifested. He could land very high jumps, do things nobody else could. Acceptance of his powers had been the best thing to happen to him, really.

Then she asked a question that irked him a little. Whether or not he was new to the city, and even stranger still, if he had a safe place to stay. "Yes, on both accounts. I arrived from Seattle a few hours ago and tomorrow I'm..." he hesitated, but then decided that maybe she knew of the school and could give him a heads up of what to expect. "...enrolling at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. My parents think it's a pretty good place for me at this point." His parents, not him.

So, it seemed Mr. Speedman there had had his powers for long enough to get a pretty good grasp on them and probably had a pretty good understanding of what they could do. In some ways Meld was a little sorry that her own powers hadn't manifested until so late in her life; more often than not powers seemed to develop much younger in most. How much better would she have been able to accept them had they appeared at 14 instead of 18? Of course, that would have meant many parts of her life would have turned out different and, even if her life hadn't always been good, it had made her who she was and that was something she didn't want to change. Of course, she might have felt better about that had she actually been able to remember more of her life after she had created her first flesh meld.

Meld caught the distinction that it was Speedman's parents that were sending him to the Mansion rather than it being his own decision, a fact she found to be rather interesting. Even if she was unable to entice him to come back to Sanctuary with her, Lori would probably be interested in the information. How, exactly, she decided to use the info was entirely up to her own discretion. Meld was confident that her boss would do the right thing. After all, she had helped Meld in her time of need, still was helping her regain her memories, and seemed to have the best interests of mutants in general at the heart of her actions.

"I know a few mutants that stay at the Mansion," Meld replied. Actually, she didn't remember anyone from the Mansion but it was a pretty good guess that someone there remembered her so it probably wasn't that much of a stretch. "The Mansion is a good place to stay, you're parents were right about that. If you ever change your mind though and it doesn't work out, there are alternatives as well. Safe places for mutants, if you should ever encounter problems." Nice, safe, simple suggestions, no pressure at all.

The fact that his parents had decided he would be attending Xavier's School for the rest of this school year as well as the ones to come until his graduation - or until he either decided to drop out or died - didn't go by without notice. She seemed to have picked it up quickly too, something that made Sawyer slightly uneasy, not that he was showing it however. Honestly, no emotions had truly crossed his features in almost an entire day. When he was angry at somebody, that often happened. Now however, the lack of emotion was more or less a way for him to keep safe. He had no idea who Meld truly was. Who knows, she could be some serial killer. It would explain why she was out at such an hour in the night.

When she said she knew a few people who lived at the Mansion however, he couldn't help but smirk a little. Well, it appeared she didn't live there herself. Were those Mutants she knew her enemies though? It was somewhat likely. He had a feeling Xavier's School was filled with goodie-two-shoes. If his parents found it to be a safe, good environment for their son, then it must be filled with people who were strict and nerdy. That was one of the reasons he did not want to go. He just wanted to drop school, get a job in the army and make a living that way. It wasn't such a shabby pay either... He would make a decent soldier.

"I heard a bit about them myself, I'm not entirely sure what to expect though." he said. Then he heard her mention how it was a safe place, and how his parents were right. He rolled his eyes, chuckling darkly. "I may take you up on that offer one of those days. Fancy boarding schools with preppy, stuck-up nerds isn't exactly my thing." he said with a slight smirk. "What type of place are you crashing at anyway?" A short pause. "Unless it's a secret Mutant headquarters or something. Then I don't want you to reveal anything..." It was meant as a half-joke, but he was also serious.

If he could get in trouble for knowing something he shouldn't about the Mutant world, he didn't want to know.