Shula emptied her head. Her day had been trying. She hadn't been able to delegate duties. Why? Because the big boss had been in to see her. So she had to do all her own work without the help of minions. It had taken her a full half a working day to finish it all off. Why did so many people need her signature? Why didn't she have a stamp? A royal seal like a monarch, she was, after all, queen of her castle, right after the CEO who frankly she doubted could tell the ass end of a screwdriver, so she had no idea what he was doing in construction. At least she had done the research. Regardless, some things had been approved, others calculated, others discarded then shredded when the final decision had been made. Once the CEO was gone she had left. She hated the man with a passion, but his death would be noticed for sure.

Those bloody peons knew they were untouchable from the moment that fat KALET!

She had enough glass in her system to barely avoid actually paralysing herself. She formed the majority of it into two large orbs and sent them hurtling into the brick side of the building she had taken to venting her anger behind. They formed two perfectly smooth, circular mirrors on the wall where they cooled from the yellow glowing molten state to the typical clear glass, but with the impurities in the New York air and the dark colour of the wall, they simply reflected her face back, their backs turned black. She refrained from screaming, it would attract attention from the street just an L bend away. The entire area around her appeared much like a hall of mirrors, except with waves of glass and spikes all over the place. It was another place she had marked. The bums of the area feared her, the disappearances had made sure of that. Gifts of glass were left in this location too. Clearly the shop owner didn't mind however, as there was no surveillance or signs of removal.

And so art should not be removed!

The entire area had that ambience of at once rage and fear that accompanied those with power.

Gawain was out and about, wandering on the streets - or, rather, in the mirrors - of New York City, when he stumbled across - or, rather, into - a mirror that did not feel quite right.
He couldn't really put a finger on what was off about it; but something was definitely up, and he was kind of an expert on the matter. He stopped to look around.

He was staring at a very angry lady.
A very angry and very rich mutant lady, apparently.

"Whoa whoa whoa" he held up his hands and skipped into the closest mirror...
... and the lady was still here.

In some freaky place made of reflecting glass.
Gawain blinked.

"Um. Hi there? Do the environment a favor and do not shatter the glass? Please?"

It's not very often a mutant, who had killed more people than she could be bothered to remember, okay so 46, was take a back by something, however, this was unusual enough to do just that. Why the hell was there a boy in her glass? Certainly she had not told him to be there. The only other explanation was that he was also a mutant. Well, it certainly was a unique ability. Unique she could appreciate, him interrupting her however, she could not. She tried to work out how much glass she could still form. Just enough for a getaway if she caught him off guard. Perhaps enough to mutilate. She was still in control.

Then nerve, did he just give ME and order?

"Do you have ANY idea who you are talking to? What gives you the idea you can give me orders? I had no intention of destroying what quite frankly is a masterpiece of mutant work? Who are you anyway? Shouldn't you be in school or something?" She would keep that half enraged, half contemptuous note in her voice until the boy proved he wasn't a complete imbecile, which she had her doubts he would do. Did he had a problem with women in positions of power? It wouldn't surprise her, most men did. It's why the glass ceiling effect was there. Luckily she ate glass for breakfast. But the matter at hand was why on earth was this street urchin bothering her? She made more in a year than he would in his life most likely, what on earth gave him the right?

I will swat him like a fly if he so much as flinches too quickly.

Her heels clacked on the glass as she turned to be more front-on to the teen. He was unfortunately attractive. Unfortunate because she may be forced to incinerate his face. The thought however, would stay at that until she had judged his use.

>>"Do you have ANY idea who you are talking to? What gives you the idea you can give me orders? I had no intention of destroying what quite frankly is a masterpiece of mutant work? Who are you anyway? Shouldn't you be in school or something?"

"Geez." Gawain frowned, leaning against what would have qualified as the frame of the mirror, if the patch of glass on the wall would have been a real mirror at all "I ain't giving you an order. I said 'please', didn't I? I'm being polite here. And for your information, yes, I should be in school. Any questions? Nice art, by the way."

He meant that last piece. Using glass to create... stuff, it was pretty cool.
She looked pissed. He was not sure if she was pissed at him, but better safe than sorry. He smiled at the woman, hoping she didn't have the ability to shatter the whole thing with a thought or something.
Becasue that would suck.

Shula calmed slightly at the other mutant boy. So he had a sense of humour, and could keep his head under pressure. That was at least a few points his way. The woman took in a deep breath in and went to the normal manipulative tactic of resigned apology. It usually worked perfectly, especially given that she was a she. His snarkiness toward her would not go unnoticed, but she had already agreed with herself that this boy may be useful in some way or another, although he still seemed too young to be a boy toy, something about legal ages. That was fine by her, she didn't tend toward the young and foolish, it was the second part that annoyed her about them.

Okay, so time to see how friendly he will be.

"I'm sorry, I've had a tough day at work. They really don't pay me enough for the work they expect me to do; And the people they want me to deal with." She raised her hands and let her tone reflect her tactic. She even attempted to look apologetic, although she tended to end up looking more lost puppy that apologetic. "So are you going to get out, or are you a permanent resident of the world you're currently in?" The question served a double purpose. It was totally loaded, something they had learned in her degree. It implied their choices were limited to what she had said. Most people would take one or the other. Sometimes the savvier would throw the game out by simply replying with something that answered the question but didn't imply what the questioner wanted it to. Verbal contract could be a pretty binding thing in legal terms.

Little fly, step into the spider's lair.

Shula fashioned a chair for herself out of what glass she had left, let it cool rapidly, then sat in it. The supercooling effect her power bestowed the glass made sure she didn’t burn herself. She took a moment to eat two pint glasses and waited for her system to allow her to fashion one for her guest, should he choose to exit his reflective sanctuary.

>>"I'm sorry, I've had a tough day at work. They really don't pay me enough for the work they expect me to do; And the people they want me to deal with."

Life's gonna suck when you grow up, when you grow, you grow up...

"That's a pretty darn good way to deal with stress." Gawain smirked, walking around in the reflctive surfaces, admiring her glass sanctuary. She was pretty awesome. Apparently some big deal businesswoman or lawyer or something. Dealing with stress.

>>"So are you going to get out, or are you a permanent resident of the world you're currently in?"

"Nah, I walk in and out" he answered, stepping out of the mirror. He watched with narrowed eyes as she created a chair made of glass. And... wait, she ate glass too? Freaky.

"Wow. Do you make a living like this? This is some serious decoration style." he chuckled, standing in front of her "Does your boss know ya're a mutant?"

Well now, he certainly had some questions for her. It was only fair after all hers. Unfortunately Shula Nasser wasn't the type that did fair. Avoid the questions you don't want to answer, make them forget they asked, another good business tactic, especially with PR, which wasn't really her strong point. "I prefer to keep my mutation out of the public knowledge. Some know I am one, but few know what it is." Honestly, did she make a living out of it? What a stupid question, and have everyone know who to blame when the glass pieces, bones still in them, finally washed into the sewage treatment plant? Unlikely. The boy was seemingly hesitant about her eating habits, or at least she judged that from the narrowed eyes. She now had a bit of glass available for general use, if his narrowed eyes turned out to be more sinister. Her own chair was hollow, holding her weight due to sheer construction, all the pressure being directed into the ground. She made the new comer one as well. She was happy that they hadn't bothered with names.

Now, to see if he sits, or feels insecure and keeps standing, lording his presence over me as much as he can. that will be the first sign of his usefulness.

Shula herself felt it may be her opportunity to ask a question. "So, what is it that you do, considering you don't attend any form of educational institution? Do you plan on making money on your looks, or in a career without educational requirements? That would make me quite sad." She herself had a master’s, so she saw the importance of education. After all, it had payed for itself fivefold already, and she was still expecting a bonus for how smoothly everything was going. Her ideas and her department had smoothed out field operations to a level where it cos the company very little to get a very high standard of product out in almost no time at all. Add to that they were accident free, due to some carefully placed mutants, some with kinetic abilities, others with some form of pre warning system that allowed them to correct mistakes before they were made. It all ran like a well oiled clock. So yes, she thought education was very important.

If he doesn't well, he fails, or at least he is used like a disposable plate, once, for nothing too heavy and nothing of value.

>>"I prefer to keep my mutation out of the public knowledge. Some know I am one, but few know what it is."

Fair enough. Most mutants did that. Gawain suspected there were more of them in high positions than anyone knew. no wonder. Even if her job had nothing to do with glass... or eating glass... whatsoever, she was probably still better off not talking about it in the business world.
She made another chair. Gawain sat down, leaning back, one arm over the back of the chair. She kept his eyes on the woman. She might be crazy. Or she might be flirting. Either way, he didn't want to miss the signs.

>>"So, what is it that you do, considering you don't attend any form of educational institution? Do you plan on making money on your looks, or in a career without educational requirements? That would make me quite sad."

"I never said I am not attending an institution" he smirked "As for my looks... well, that's a private topic, isn't it." he had the cheeks to wink at her "As for career... it's undecided. I might just spend my life walking into places through mirrors."

Or I might become some filthy rich businessman, venting my anger in alleys behind buildings. That would work too.

So he sat. Also he was being smart with her. Had she perceived him as any more than a nuisance she may have conveniently dropped him off the edge of the planet, so to speak. He was a little boy who should go home to mommy. How tragic if he were to disappear. Anti-mutant groups would be blamed. However his species bought him his life. As a mutant, he was annoying, as a human, despicable, acting well above their station with no evidence to support their right to act that way. He would not be dealt with too harshly. Now, for some more pivotal questions. "So, you attend an institution and what? Simply choose to ignore it? Never mind, it is no business of mine how you use your time. Tell me though, what are your feelings on our kind, yours and mine? Do you see us as the glorious master race? The protectors of the weak? Are you perhaps of the opinion that we ought be subservient to the, others?"

Completely bias every direction, no way to reveal your own thoughts accidentally.

Shula casually shifted to a more comfortable position, however maintaining her all business all power air. It was a certain aura that could work for one in many ways. Especially as a woman. Especially as a mutant. She needed that question answered before she could move on. Unfortunately some of those who had escaped a visit to the camps, or who were more deluded, still believed in co existence. The strutting of his power seemed to suggest that he was not one of those tragically confused mutants. Were that it would prove so.

What shall we do with you, young man, what indeed.

>>"Tell me though, what are your feelings on our kind, yours and mine? Do you see us as the glorious master race? The protectors of the weak? Are you perhaps of the opinion that we ought be subservient to the, others?"

Gawain stared at the woman with one corner of his mout curling up. Oh man, was she a mutant fanatic. She just had that air about her. Air, and glass, to be precise. And the only thing fragile about her was the chair she was sitting on.
'Glorious master race'? Seriously? Who uses words like that outside Z-rated sci-fi movies?...
She was a grown-up, in all the bad meanings of the word.

"I totally dig bein' a mutant" he answered in all sincerity and a serious face "I mean, bein' able to walk through mirrors, it's pretty awesome. As for bein' part of a race..." he paused, looking into her eyes. She had crazy eyes. The kind that makes Cinderella with her glass slippers turn into a horror movie.

"... I don't think there's a question there. We are the next step of evolution."