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Rayne relaxes a bit when Shelby starts to agree with her idea of her hitting her head sometime in the past hour or so since she has so much memory loss and all that.   Rayne really didn't want to have to argue about something with someone who was mentally not all there due to an injury.    "I don't think the hospital will care that you aren't from around here.  I'm sure they get people from other states and countries who are on vacation and get hurt.  I just want to make sure you are ok Shelby."  She wasn't going to let her just drive off when she doesn't remember anything recent. 


When the fire truck races by them, Rayne stiffens some and winces ever so slightly at the loud noise, her ears ringing for a few seconds before looking at Shelby when she speaks again.  "Calling your parents would be a good start, do you know their number by heart or is it in your phone?"  Rayne just hopes that her phone is locked by finger print and not a passcode...that would make things difficult.  


Rayne shakes her head.  "Like I said, I'm not leaving until I know you have someone to go to that you know...or the hospital."  Leaving someone behind is not her style.

His words confuse Rayne and have her head tilting slightly again.  "Tactically you are?  How are you technically a teenager?  You are or you aren't.  Or am I missing something here."   Rayne shakes her head slightly. "No I have nothing against cops and like I said, I'm a tattoo artist."  Shes had a few run ins with a cop or two, but nothing that would warrant her anger or hatred towards them.   Plus she has had a few come in for tattoos.  The only thing that bothers her is when they flash their badge and expect to get a discount or something.   Yeah no, everyone gets the same price no matter your job or station in this world.    


When Sam calls other mutants potential friends, Rayne nods slightly.  "That is also true.  Friends would be better than extended family, specially if you are dating another mutant.  Can't date your family."  For her though, she hasn't dated a mutant before, let alone a human.  Shes been way to busy to do any of that.  She doesn't care though, she just wants to learn more about different animals and tattoo.   That's good enough for her. 


Rayne finishes her beer then nods.  "Sure I'll take another beer."  While he is grabbing one of those, her eyes flick to her game while she eats some of her burger and an onion ring or two.  This bar food wasn't bad.  

Rayne's eyes flash to his hand when they frost over to cool his drink down, eyes flickering an emerald green for such a split second that one might think they didn't see anything, before she stiffens then forcing herself to relax.   She doesn't have a problem with mutants, no she doesn't, but when they flash them in the open like that it always puts her on edge.  Never know who could be watching and associate you with that person.  Specially when shes trying to fly under the radar from those people.   "You are pretty young, I have to agree.   Are you even old enough to be in this bar itself or have that beer?"  Shes going to play it a but cool for now....no pun intended. 


When he lifts up his shirt and shows her the tattoo that hes got, once again Rayne stiffens.   Straight up numbers, nothing else.   Either its in memorial to a friend or date or something, or its worse than that and she wasn't goin to ask.   What really made her stiffen though is all the scars on his back.  A very low growl rumbles from her throat, her eyes now straight emerald green and cat like.  No one should be beating on a kid like this.   When he turns back around though, she closes her eyes quickly and controls herself before opening them and they are normal again.     When he calls himself an X-Men though, Rayne looks towards him with almost animal like intensity.  Now that.  That she was not expecting.   


Rayne takes a sip of her beer while he goes to get the food and glances at the tv to see her game again, seeing nothing has happened still and looks back at Sam when he returns.  "Appreciated."  She waits a second or so before deciding to go with her thoughts. "I'm going to assume your mutation has something to do with Ice from what I saw with the bottle a few minutes ago."   Takes a sip of her beer before going to work on her burger.  Putting an onion ring on top of the meat, some ketchup and bbq as well.  Just making it how she likes it.

"If you can find a job you like to do and it doesn't feel like a job at all, like a chore, then keep that job.  Those are hard to find.  To do something you actually enjoy doing and can find the fun in."   She was stuck in a job that's he absolutely hated at one point before she became a tattoo artist.   Now she loves going to work.  Well, when the client sucks and is rude as hell, no, she hates her job. 


Rayne glances at the tv when it kicks off and takes a sip of her drink.  She knows for a fact she will be ordering more drinks during this match and depending on the game itself, how it plays out, it will depend on how much she has to drink.   This burger and rings are going to be great.  Well hopefully the cook doesn't burn it. 

Rayne grins at him.  "Well its not spelled like the weather, but I'll take a free compliment any day."  She glances at the game to see her team kick the ball at the goal only to have the other teams goalie save it with a dive.   That would have been a great early goal for her team to take the lead and draw first blood, but nothing is that lucky, not with these two teams.  Rayne looks back at him and nods.  "Nice to meet you Sam and I think I will keep with your name or bartender for now thanks."  Chuckles at him.  


Rayne takes another sip of her beer and nods once.  "Security must keep you busy huh?"  She isn't going to pry into his security detail since it can be very broad but it doesn't stop her head from tilting to the side slightly like an animal would do if it was curious about something.   "Ah me, I work at a tattoo parlor a few blocks from here."

Rayne was a fan of the sport, but she also played when she had the time that is anyways.  She gets competitive that she just had to stop playing for a while, plus moving here and needing to find work and settle down in one spot.  Plus of course read more about animals.    With all that going on she doesn't have time to look into joining a team, plus it is winter and Rayne hates playing indoor.   Real grass is best.    "Its a pretty big game, yes, though I am a fan of Sydney."


Rayne looks back at the menu for a few more moments before he lets her know that he was in New Zealand for work.  "Yeah? What kind of work do you do that brought you out there?"  Being a bar tender, or whatever he does here wouldn't bring him out there unless it was a convention or something.   "Also, I'm already ready to order if your cook is ready.  No rush."

Rayne walks down the street, silently angry at nothing.  Well not nothing, her tv broke today. Now, it wasn't out of no where, it was years old, very old, and she knew it was coming at some point, even if she didn't watch tv that often, but really it just had to happen when the game was on too.   Next best place to hit would be a bar since Rayne didn't work today and she didn't feel like going out to buy a tv and take all the time to set it up.  Game would be over by then.  


Rayne adjusts her sun glasses before spotting a bar that shows its open and heads towards it.  Not her usual spot, but for today it will do.  If it has a tv in it anyways.   Heading inside, Rayne pauses at the door step to take off her shades and hangs them on her lowish cut Brantley Gilbert shirt, though leaves her leather jacket on and heads towards the tv at the bar.   In her jeans, she cant fit her glasses in a pocket or they could snap.  No way is she snapping her Rays.   


Rayne takes a seat a few stools/chairs down from the tv itself, no need to be so close and looks over at the bar tender.  "You mind putting on the football game? Sydney is playing Gold Coast."  Its an Australian game sure but its playing on a normal US channel today, lucky her.  "Also a menu if you have food.  Corona too, if you will."  Might as well eat if they got food and of course beer for the game.   

"Apologies about the cold, the shop can get too warm with a lot if people here at once. I can put a blanket on the chair for you to lay on if think it would help?"   Plus she usually doesn't run cold with her mutation, her animal sides keeping her warmer.  


Rayne places the gloves on the small table beside her then reaches behind her and opens up a drawer and pulls out a black fuzzy blanket.   Holds it out to her if she wants it.   She knows the table and chair can be cold, shes had her arm done and it took a few sessions.   It probably could have been finished in just two, but she wanted it to be done right and flawlessly so she is glad she made it out for three sessions.  


If she takes the blanket from her, Rayne will look away so she can sit up and place the blanket down.  If she does not take it, Rayne will place the blanket back in the drawer.   Either or Rayne will put on her gloves after and wipe down the spot where she will be placing the tattoo.  Once she has wiped down the spot she grabs her petroleum jelly, grabs some with her finger and wipes it down on the same spot she just cleaned.  It will help keep the ink in and healing better later on. 


Rayne grabs her ink gun but doesn't start it.  "I'm going to start the gun so you can hear it, just let me know when you are ready for me to start."  Once shes done saying this, she starts up the gun but doesn't start the tattooing just yet.   The sound of the gun can cause people to flinch the first time and if she started the tattooing part then, the tattoo would already be ruined with a jagged line from the flinching.