"No..." Shade could see she was getting bored with the present situation. What the heck, let's change it.

Shade swiveled the seat so that his back was now to the bar. The entire human population seemed to be tensely aware of the two mutants.

"Hey, how about we leave this place before someone gets the bad idea to call the cops?"

Omen nodded and gulped down the rest of her beer, slamming ten bucks on the table her her bottle as well as Shade's.

She grinned back at the bartender. "Thanks hun." She blew him a kiss, smirking in turn at the men who had attacked her earlier. They all glared as she left.

Outside she turned to shade. "I rode here." she pointed to her bike. "Should I give us a lift elsewhere?"

Shade followed Omen outside. A light overhead allowed him to stay visible. Laughing at her comment, Shade shook his head.

"No, I'll be fine. I travel faster anyway. Nice bike by the way." Shade moved closer to inspect the motorcycle, however, making sure to stay in enough light.

"So any place particular you want to go?"

Omen shook her head. "I really just got back into the city. I was staying at the sanctuary but um...it seems to not be as hospitable at the moment." She laughed to herself.

"And there is some place I would like to go, except I don't know where that place is." she realized she was talking in riddles and laughed because the reality was a riddle.

Shade turned to Omen as she spoke. The light overhead pierced deeper into the blackness beneath his hood but his eyes remained hidden. She almost seemed to be a little loppy. However, Shade doubted it was because of the beers.

"And what exactly is this place called?" Shade asked taking a step closer to her.

Omen laughed again.

"it's called wherever Syn is. And I don't mean a group of sacrilegious people. Syn is the name of a friend of mine. I'm trying to find her but I don't really know where to look. It's alot harder to find mutants these days. And she's not the type to be taken without a fight so I can't even imagine where the registration act has landed her." Omen shrugged.

"I don't wanna concern you with that, though. You pick the place, outside of finding my friend I don't have much of an aim. Also, I haven't lived here very long. I'm from florida."

Shade smiled as Omen explained her dilema.

"Well, I don't know where Syn is, but I do know someone who could get you in touch with her." He withdrew his phone from his pocket and tossed it to his companion.

"It's under the name Lisa. I understand she is the secretary for the Sanctuary."

Omen caught the phone and looked down at it, taking the number from it and putting it on her own cell. "I remember her, vaguely."

Omen gave Shade his phone back and dialed Lisa. "Hello?" Omen answered. "Lisa? Yeah, I'm Omen, I was at the sanctuary for a while, I'm a friend of Syn....yes I know I was never listed, I was only there for a few days...I met Syn there." Omen seemed to be getting irritated. "Listen, where is Syn?...What do you mean you can't tell me?" she paused when Lisa asked her where she got the number from. She didn't know how Shade knew all of them but she didn't want him to get in trouble. "Tell Syn I'm looking for her and give her this number, please!" she hung up angrily.

The anger soon washed from her face as she laughed and leaned against the bike. "I hate middlemen." she joked casually. "Thanks, though."

"Anytime." Shade said with a smile on his face. The conversation was quite funny from what Shade could hear.

"So how do you know Syn? Old roommate?" He said laughing to himself.

Omen laughed. "Um...you could say that." was all she chose to say.

"What about you? Did you live at the Sanctuary? are you in the order?"

She dug into an inside pocket in her jacket until she pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She lit one for herself and held out the pack to Shade as an offering.

"No, I guess you can say I'm a possible recruit. I showed up at the Sanctuary a couple of weeks after the raid on the place."

Shade held up his hand at the notion of the cigarette.

"No thanks. I don't smoke." Although the aroma was intoxicating.

Omen nodded and flipped the box closed, putting it back in her pocket. "And you shouldn't smoke, it's horrible for you." she laughed.

"A recruit, huh? Well I respect the order. I don't like being pushed around, good for them to stand up for the mutants, you know? So what are you up to now? What does a recruit even do?" she spoke with the cigarette hanging dangerously from her full lips.

Shade nodded as Omen talk about the Order. He wasn't one to become side-shop entertainment or an experimental genini pig .

"I was told to gather information from the outside to relay to to Lisa. Although, you seem to be the only thing I've found yet." Shade said as he watched the dance of the cigarette across Omen's lips.

Omen laughed. "Me, really? I would think I was a bad source of information. I don't know much. But I'm here to help whenever Syn needs me to." she nodded.

"I wish you luck," she rattled off her number. "In case you need to find me. I don't know where I'll end up in the next few days. Everyone is so eager to rent a room out to a pretty blue skinned woman." she quipped.

Shade laughed at her comment. He had had a hard time looking for a place to stay also. Being from Chicago, Shade had to look for a place to stay after his visit to the Sanctuary proved to be a dead end. He had found a respectable place.

"I've got a place. It ain't much but no one will have a problem with your appearance if you want to check it out."