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"Nice to meet you , Susan. I don't get many people seeking me out. Not unless they want to kill me."
The witch tilted her head; she felt a warm, humming sensation in her hand and arm, which only proved his powers were touch-based.
"You work in a hospital." she pointed out. If people wanted him dead... well, it was a weird place to be.
As the door was opened for her, Susan walked in, nodding a thank you to Garrett, and looking around curiously. Her senses swam with the smells and colors. In places like this, all of those felt stronger. Susan's eyes turned black for a brief moment before she realized it was not a good thing to do in public.
"I am not entirely sure how similar we are" she told him "But out of the people the Doctor could think of, you possess the abilities closest to mine, at least in theory. And since I just discovered my mutation four months ago, your control is probably much better than mine too."

Susan got off the bus and walked towards the building of the Iris Clinic. She had never been there before, but she got neat, clear and specific directions back in the Mansion. Following the instructions was really not a big deal, not even in New York City. Besides, clinics tended to have a dictinct quality about them. Smell, color, sound - she could spot one from far away just as well as restaurants.
It was the Doctor who referred her to the clinic. Not like there was anything wrong with her health; she was just looking for some advice on gaining better control over her powers, and since the institution once again failed to provide her with usable information, Doc sent her to a certain mutant who possessed abilities similar to hers. After hearing more about what this person was capable of, the young witch decided to give it a try.
So, here she was.
There was a young man sitting on the front steps of the Clinic. Susan walked up to him, because just walking past him didn't seem socially acceptable. She was wearing her usual school uniform (she always did when she was on official business, even though she had left that school a while ago), and her hair was pulled into pigtails since it was still too short for anything more fancy.
"Good morning" she said to the young man "I am looking for a person called Garrett Wills."

"I believe our mutations are the mostt beautiful things about us, I enjoy meeting new mutants and finding out what they can do. Every mutant i have seen can do somthing different"
That sounded true. Susan had to agree. She was not sure about the 'most beautiful' part, she was usually sceptical about the concept of beauty in general, but unique, that was for sure. She found the variety of mutations fascinating, and apparently the girl did too.
"COmbine your senses? i am afraid i do not grasp what it is you do, can you make them stronger?"
Did she?
"Yes." Susan answered after giving it some thought "Basically, I can see sounds, smell colors, and so on, in all possible combinations." she explained. She watched the aura disappear "I can also sense other mutants. They have a distinct... quality about them."

"Tell your psychic boyfriend hello for me. Unless, of course, you think that inappropriate."
The witch arched an eyebrow.
"He is not my boyfriend." she clarified "I... am not even sure if he is a friend."
Definitions, definitions.
"And I don't think it would be inappropriate, it would just be pointless. He doesn't know you."
That was said with a smile. Noel was decidedly weird. Susan knew she was weird too. Still, talking to Lady Amnesia was always... entertaining. She liked her.
Susan gathered her things, and stood. "... but if you are interested, I can tell you how the meeting went afterwards. I believe you would find it an interesting social experiment." she grinned "See you around, Noel."

"Well." Susan frowned, trying to compose an answer that was logical enough, and still didn't sound as crazy as reality was "The two mutants created illusions together. The female was responsible for the sounds, and the male for the visual effects. But more than that, somehow, they could make their illusions real. If you got hurt, you got hurt for real. That, by the way, explains the deaths that occurred earlier and the police didn't give a crap about."
A sip of the hot chocolate.
"The teacher, she was merely trying to get us out of there alive. I am sorry to say taking hostages was not her idea either. Sorry because that was the first useful thing anyone came up with that night..."
I didn't think about it either.

Susan had never been to a fancy restaurant. She didn't even understand why social interaction required fancy restaurants. Or anything fancy, for that matter. But her natural curiosity took the better of her this time, and she followed Slate without complaining, trying to keep her senses in check among all the colors, noises, and smells.
The menu looked suspicious, to say the least. The witch scanned the pages, reading one name after another, glancing at Slate to see if he had more confidence. Apparently, he didn't.
“Is raw tuna safe to consume?”
"I doubt it." Susan murmured, the corner of her lips curling up "But we have something else we can work with."
Taking a deep breath, Susan focused on her senses. She could tell colorful eyes would scare the waiter away for sure - and most of the guests too. She was not sure how mutant friendly fancy restaurants tended to be. So she switched less obvious senses instead.
It only took a few seconds, and Susan started to feel tastes with every breath. From the tables nearby, and from beyond; she pretended to be reading the menu, while she sorted through all the pleasant, less pleasant, and simply weird flavors she found on the plates close by.
After a few minutes of silence, Susan looked up with a grin.
"Whatever they are eating, it's good." she said, with a small nod towards a nearby table.