Azalea watched as the line went away on his arm. She smiled. She was completely thrilled. She wouldn't hurt him for any reason now. She didn't think that he would kiss her out of no where and she released him from his promise. "I don't want to hurt you. Because i have a feeling....." Suddenly she got embarrassed. "That you wont hurt me." Then adding humor into the odd situation she smiled. "And if you try i swear i will drool all over you."

Looking at him she sighed and ran a hand through her dark brown hair. "So what do we do now? No one will find out about your powers....but they cant ever find out about mine either."

Andrew leaned back on the couch, careful not to put too much weight on his injury, and chuckled at Azalea's tension breaking humor.

"Well if you drooled all over me I doubt it would be because I tried to hurt you. I am pretty hot after all." he said with a playful smirk of his own.

He took a moment to stretch out his arms before answering Azalea's question with the only solution that came to his mind.

"Well that's easy. We look after each other as best we can. I'm not going to tell anyone about you. I think we both understand the value of secrecy as far as our powers go. I've met some people. If we get into trouble I think I could get them to help...well one of them maybe. We'll be fine."

Andrew didn't add the 'I hope' because he felt it would sorta crush the mood he was going for.

Azalea leaned back and laughed. "OH WHAT EVER! 'lone wolf' sheesh boy." She said playfully. Yes ok he was very good looking but she would never literally drool over a guy because he is hot. That is not something she planned to do in the near future.

But then the seriousness came back. Now that they knew about each other they had to protect each other. "Your right." She didnt like her power, he didnt like his. They were in the same ship. But he knew people? He had met other mutants? This was rediculous. Was he really that dense to converse with other mutants that could possibly be part of something bigger? "Wait. you know people? What people?"

Andrew kept grinning for a moment or two. Azalea was cute but right now she was more a friend in need than anything else. A comrade you might say. When she questioned his contacts his shoulders rose and fell in a shrug.

"This guy named Sam. Other things aside he works with the police. Besides I owe him one. He's like us, a mutant that is."

Her tone had suggested that he was as stupid as a blind man who walked on the rim of an active volcano without a cane or seeing eye dog. With Sam it wasn't as though he'd had much of a choice but to trust him.

"I didn't have much of a choice when I told him about my mutation. It had already made itself known so he'd guessed as much without me saying anything." Andrew shrugged his right shoulder, "That's what that shoulder wound was from. Besides, I didn't have to tell you about me and that worked out."