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He nodded when she declined the drink. Her stomach was upset. He wrote a little in his little notepad. She was uncertain of how to tell him about herself. She used her clothing as a bit of a shield, digging her hands into the front pockets. Safety.

"What ever you'd like. It's more to break the ice. Get a conversation started."

She was insecure. He sat up, and looked to her for a moment as she replied some facts about her. Why was she insecure. Anxiety was the easy answer. Why anxiety, though? Often there was a conditioned response that lead to underlying anxiety in social situations. Perhaps if he could get to the bottom of what made her anxious he could help her find the right coping mechanisms.

"How do you like the big city thus far?"

He was learning a lot from watching and listening to her. One thing that was a little odd was... If she'd always been anxious, and that was the whole story, why come to a place that was more hectic? Still, a small town could be more nerve wracking than a big city at times as well. He could concede that thought.

Oh, good, the first obstacle was out of the way. She didn't run at the sight of him! About ten percent of people did. She shook his hand, and he nodded respectfully.

She walked over and took a seat on the couch, and he walked over to a chair to sit as well, getting his notes ready.

She mentioned it had been a while since she'd been to a doctor. He paused and looked around for a moment. Did he wander into a doctor's office? Nope, still his therapy clinic. She came right out of the gate and asked for meds, which made him tilt his head a bit. "Ah, I see. Well, we can get to that. For now, Get comfortable. Would you like something to drink? I have water, Coffee, and tea."

He leaned back. "We will have to talk a little more before I can get into and prescription recommendations. For now, tell me a little more about you as a whole, perhaps?" He would retrieve a drink for her if she so desired.

"No need to worry, nothing you say leaves this room."

This was absolutely a terrific idea! All of this would go perfectly! He was so excited! Why was he excited? Yes, it sort of made him feel like back in the day. Supporting the team as they tried their best to save people in a world that didn't want them. In a way, he'd given up on ever feeling that rush one felt when a crime was solved, or a group of refugees was rescued; he'd traded it for the more incremental joy of offering his services to anyone who needed help for free.

This. This was more than that."We are destined for the Sanctuary. Are you familiar with it? I could head there now, and await your arrival with the syringe."

He turned to the exit, pausing as he spotted a small bug scurrying out of the top corner of the exit. He froze for a moment, and then continued. "I look forward to working with you, young Evelyn!" He said before making his way out quickly.

Hmm. Interesting. To be able to do it all again. How many people would kill for the chance to start over from the beginning? This young lady seemed to be of the mind that this was all for the better for her. Who was he to argue. "Fair enough. I cannot say I would jump at the chance for such a change myself." He had worked very hard to become the well adjusted person he was today; if anything what he'd learned from this universe was how monstrous he could have been if things had gone just a little differently.

Now now, let's not judge. He turned to her once more, climbing from his thoughts as she mentioned she had a faster way of showing him. He didn't pull back as she touched him.

A torrent of information rushed through his mind. It was... Well, it was exhilarating, but a little frightening at the same time. He came back to notice he'd let go of the pen in his hand, and it had rolled across the table. "Goodness... That's an incredible talent you have there, young lady." He paused, his mind digesting what he'd seen for a few beats until his antennae perked up.

"That syringe! Yes! We have a lead, my dear!" He jumped up in excitement, dancing a bit in place before turning to her once more. "Where is that implement of injection? I know a mutant who can use that to find out more about it! Perhaps where it came from!"

"A pleasure to meet you, Evelyn!" The little girl showed him the book, but honestly, at this point his attention was completely on her. The way she carried herself was clearly not typical for one her age. She had an air of intelligence about her that he simply could not ignore.

Remember? We collect the interesting ones. She spoke further, and he shook himself from his concentration on her.

"Ah, yes, the-uh- universe I came from did not have a wealth of public knowledge on mutant biology. Such information was mainly held by private government institutions..." He took the book, staring down at it for a moment before looking back up. Her behavior was a bit peculiar. You might think she was taking pictures of the pages for how she seemed to open one, stare at it's entirety for a moment, and then move to the next.

He had to know more, especially after he realized what her stopping point in this book seemed to be.

"You were also interested in Age based mutations?" His head tilted to the side a bit, his antennae tweaking to keep the library card on his head.

To one who spent much of their life hiding from persecution in closed off rooms, words on paper were like water in the desert. Any box could be a prison, but any prison could be escaped when one could open up a book and take themselves far, far away. So he loved books. He adored them. Within them lie flights of fancy, moral quandaries, deep personal thoughts, and conclusions drawn by those who themselves stood upon the shoulders of giants.

Because he adored books, he also found that he adored the library. Much like how he gave away the fruits of his learned labor for free, so did this hallowed place. It didn't matter your walk of life, race, color or creed, all one needed here was a library card.

His was worn upon his head like a hat. Because, indeed, anything could be a hat when you had antennae to hold it down.

Musings aside, he was here for a reason. The case of a young Mr.Fisher had left him a bit flummoxed. He, and another case, had both experienced a sort of strange... Dialing back of their ages. He'd first postulated an alternate universe being involved, or perhaps time travel, but the young man and woman both had congruent memories with this own reality. De-aging seemed more likely, as unlikely as it seemed.

He thought it might have something to do with a sort of mutation, and thus he were here looking for books on the matter. He'd found two in short order, one on the psychology of mutations, one covering odd occurrences, including age affecting instances. The last he'd been looking for was about the Biology of mutations. Odd, the computer system said it was here...

The giant cockroach sighed, and handed his books to his little middle arms, which fidgeted with them as he took a look around. Perhaps someone had misplaced it?