Swatting one curious snake out of the way, she held out the kerchief she had brought with her for one of them to take. It was the least she could do to help with everyone being all sooty. "Then the mall it is!"

She was glad to be off somewhere, anywhere but the kitchen. "It is nice to meet you Lydia." She would have extended a hand, but her glove was all sooty. Pursing her lips, she dug in one pocket to find the spare pare she had shoved in there before cooking. Latex and plastic were unreliable around heat... and considering what she had just escaped from there was no telling what kind of damage had been done to the gloves. She didn't want to chance one of her gloves tearing while in the company of people. Far too dangerous...

Which reminded her... She shot a guilty look Amber's way and scratched at her cheek once her new gloves were on, having stuffed the old ones in her pocket. "...Amber.. about the last time we met."

How exactly was one supposed to apologize for ditching someone in a building full of cops? "...I am sorry I ran off without trying to find you. I kind of panicked, and an officer drove me home... I take it you were uninjured?" Jorge had told her that Amber was safe, so she hadn't been quite as worried as she should have been. It had been a rough night though, and she had been very much on edge. Andrea started off down the sidewalk, adjusting her usually hurried pace a little so it wouldn't seem like she was being rude and rushing the two other girls.

Lydia pounced on the kerchief, not even caring that it was offered to Amber as well, and immediately started using it to wipe the grime off of her face. Her arms and legs would have to remain sooty, the cloth unfortunately being very small, but at least her face would be clear. When she was done, she offered it to the other girl, who honestly didn’t really need it. She was covered from head to toe, and the only thing that had gotten that dirty was her clothes, and the only thing that could clean those was a washing machine.

>> "It is nice to meet you Lydia."

“Nice to meet you too, Andrea.” The teenager looked over at the woman curiously as she changed her gloves. She was pretty sure it was because of more than just a fashion choice. Almost certainly mutation-related, which piqued Lydia’s interest. But it was probably not a good idea to ask. People could be touchy about their…touchy mutations.

She kept quiet as Andrea spoke to Amber about some past event. She tried not to eavesdrop but…they were right next to her. It was useless to trying not to listen. Running off? Officers? Possible injuries? Perhaps these two weren’t part of the more mild-mannered residents of the Sanctuary.

Perhaps they were part of the more criminal majority.

Pffft, nah. They were probably just part of the majority of mutants who frequently found themselves in bad situations.

The walk to the mall wasn’t too long, as it was surprisingly close to the Sanctuary, and it went by uneventfully. Meaning nothing catastrophic happened. For once. Lydia grinned when they entered the mall and received stares, especially Andrea, and wished she was shifted. She wanted to cause a reaction too. “So where’s the ice cream place?” She asked the woman with snake hair.