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It was quite obvious that Skye was rather out of place right now. She nodded slightly at the stranger's words, though she was unsure of what to say, so she turned slightly to peer at the books she could see, but to no avail; nothing caught her eye. However, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm down, she did manage to get the lightshow to stop flickering. With a smile, she nodded again, this time looking up at the fellow mutant, and pulling the hood down to reveal her face.

"Thanks, but you were here first," she said softly, thinking about it for a moment. "Though it's kinda cramped for two people of any size, I think..." she giggled a little. "I mean...if I can't fit, there may be a problem." She bit her lip a little as she thought, stepping out of the room for a moment, the book still under her arm. "We can always look in shifts," she said with a small shrug. Granted, she realized she probably needed to keep her purchasing to a minimum; after all, there was only so much one could hide in a couch. And she didn't exactly want her uncle or her 'aunt' to find anything she bought today.

It seemed that ever since Skye had arrived in New York a couple of days ago, her hair spent a great deal of time in a purple hue, often accompanied by a faint flicker from her hands. Of course, this was her first time away from home on her own, though technically this was her home now, she supposed. Either way, nerves were a given, though not many people had an emotion-by-color thing going on. Today though, was exceptionally purple. She was out and about for the first time since her plane landed(at 3 in the bloody morning, of all times).

Her black hoodie was pulled over her purple hair, zipped tight and her hands were stuffed in the pockets. She wore a pair of torn, faded blue jeans, which the cold was making her regret. So, she ducked into a bookstore, taking the hood down as she looked around, wandering the rather cramped, awkward shelves. But a bookstore was a bookstore. And to her...that was sanctuary. Walking upstairs, she found a curtained alcove with a simple sign on notebook paper. Her hands flickered purple light, just a little as she pulled the hoodie over her head. Maybe a peek inside wouldn't hurt...after all she was a perfectly capable adult. Who never actually did this in public. She normally got her more "romantic" novels online. From the safety of her computer. But Uncle Blaine didn't have a computer. Honestly, her bedroom was a couch in the middle of an apartment at the moment.

Nonetheless, she slipped inside the alcove very carefully, her hands flickering with a purple light as she saw someone in there already reading. She quietly browsed the books before settling on one and pressing herself into the corner and...previewing...the first few pages. After a few seconds, her hair turned a shade of pink, the alcove occasionally lit up by a flash of pink light, then once she realized what was going on, it went back to purple. This is why I do this at home...

"Yeah...it's...not going so well. Well, I've been told after this last table I can call it a day," she replied, sliding into the chair across from her. "And this is just me training. I can't imagine what it'll be when I'm the only one going from table to table..." she murmured with a shake of her head.

At the mention of her power, the light stopped flickering, and she smiled. "Thanks. It's pretty harmless, though. Usually..." she murmured, figuring since this was her last table, she could stay awhile.

Skye nodded. "Beer and a sandwich," she repeated, jotting that down as she thought a moment, trying to remember. "Um...I know they make a grilled cheese...and they can add bacon...and peppers and onions..." Her hands began to flicker purple again as the nervousness set in. She breathed deeply, trying to focus.

"There's also club sandwiches, turkey or ham with Swiss, American or...provolone...and....oh! They have sliders that are pretty good," she said, her confidence wavering a little as she spoke. At least the woman was pretty.

Neither Blaine nor his niece noticed Lee leave; as they were talking about different things, mostly about the family at first, and how Al still cared for both of them, he just didn't know how to express it, or address the fact that they were mutants. But it made Blaine feel good that his older brother still loved him, and that Skye coming here was to help her get a grip on her powers instead of an act of malice.

Skye worked on her soda while Blaine popped open a beer, and their talk moved to other things. After all, a lot had happened over the course of thirteen years.

"I worked as a bouncer for different bars and clubs across the city; I'm sure if I called in a favor, I could get you on as a waitress, or you could learn to tend bars, or what have you. Most of the jobs I can get you do fall in this environment though, but some are mutant friendly, so you should be okay."

Skye merely nodded as she drink her soda, and then Lee walked back in...loaded down with bags. Blaine merely gave a snort; he was learning to understand that sometimes this kind of thing was easier for Lee because of her powers, but damned if she was going to outdo him.

"How many are left?" he whispered.
"I think two..."

With a nod, Blaine hopped up and made his way out the door before coming back with both suitcases and setting them on the floor. "I'm sorry the place isn't bigger, but I'll help you get on your feet, anyway. As long as it takes."

"Thanks, Uncle Blaine, Aunt Lee," she murmured, stifling another yawn.

Blaine blinked, unknowingly turning a bright red. "Aunt?"

"Yeah...the control part is what scares me. Under pressure, there's this flash of white light, and this loud bang. It's...pretty bad. I can handle the light show..." she murmured, settling into the couch. "He does; he cares about Uncle Blaine too, but my dad's family seems to have...communication problems. Like they don't know how to talk about taboo stuff like mutants and your family being one," she added with a shrug. "I'll have a soda, if you have any. Or water. I don't really do coffee..."

She looked over at Lee again, this time smiling. "Thanks, though. For keeping me company, and talking through this. I've never really had that...I'm starting to think this was a good idea, after all."

She shook her head, biting her lip at the answer. "My parents...divorced. My mom wasn't happy when my...this..." She took her hands out of her pockets, then removed the gloves, the room lighting up in a purple light as the flickering was more prominent, "surfaced. My Dad was supportive, but as a defense attorney who often defended mutants....well, having a daughter who couldn't control her own powers kinda messed that up, and...I have trouble keeping jobs to help out. So I got this idea that maybe...maybe Uncle Blaine could help, somehow. My Dad did most of the legwork on this, actually..."

She looked at the floor, biting her lip. "My dad supports and loves me, but...he doesn't really understand, ya know?" She looked over at Lee with her big, brown eyes as she bit her lip again. Sure, she'd spilled a lot about herself, but...technically Lee was family, at least the way Skye saw it.

"So...you're my uncle's girlfriend," she said after awhile. "Do you mind if I call you Aunt Lee, or is that a no-go?" She asked giving a small smile as the light and the color in her hair began to fade a bit and she relaxed little by little.