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Skydancer helped to lift her former opponent off the ground and back onto her feet. She wasn't especially concerned about having seriously hurt her. Certainly she had dished out a few bruises and her throat and neck would likely be sore for a few days to come, but those would just serve as apt reminders of what could happen when one didn't carry oneself with proper dignity and respect of others. She could have done a lot worse but she wasn't that type of person.

"I trust you will be able to find your way home safely. Be careful, it can be dangerous to be a young girl alone at night. Make sure you keep that taser on you, just in case." The irony of the statement was not lost upon Skydancer.

Once she was assured the girl was back on her feet and could walk without assistance, she turned and began walking away, keeping her tubes out, just in case, until she was out of sight. Once alone, they retreated back underneath her skin, which healed over without a mark to show that she was anything other than a harmless purple mutant.

Eep! Good luck Emerald, I hope you just get the expected rain and none of the unpleasant hurricannness in your area.

It made Skydancer angry to know that the only reason people were reacting so negatively and irrationally was because the two of them happened to be mutants. Anger was a far better emotion than fear, which was the only other alternative, so she choose to allow it to grow within her. It was one of the biggest injustices that remained in the world and one of the worst. They were people too, damn it all, so why weren't they treated with the same dignity and respect that everyone else expected?

Skydancer's tubes appeared to cause at least a few people to pause at their appearance and take a step back, which was good. Unfortunately it was only a single step back and, with a little bolstering from the other people in the mob, they appeared to all regain their courage. There was a certain inflated bravery that came from being a part of a mob that was bigger than any specific individual and also a certain stupidity. Stupidity because, even if they didn't realize the sheer strength her tubes hid within their purple exteriors, their deadly tips were plain for anyone with eyes to see. Well, perhaps it was time to actually sand up for herself for once, to fight against the very prospect of becoming a victim rather than waiting to be victimized first and then reacting.

“Stay behind me,”

As the buzzing got progressively louder and then the dire black miasma burst from the other mutant's mouth, Skydancer was grateful for the warning. She managed to step backwards just in time to avoid being in the direct path of the mist and the sudden realization that it wasn't just an ordinary black mist but a mist that was actually composed of thousands and thousands of bugs made her all the more grateful for her decision to adhere to the warning.

Around her, the mob hadn't yet realized what had come out of the other mutant's mouth, as the milled around in obvious concern and confusion. If there was a time to strike and open a way through the crowd, this was it. Several tubes that had previously been hovering around Skydancer extended themselves into the crowd, one of them wrapping around a neck and a second wrapping around a man's arm. She flung both of them sideways, toppling over several others who were in the way. Now was not the time to start drawing blood, not unless it proved absolutely necessary.

Skydancer never did have much of a need for secrets in her life. Her motivations were almost always transparent because what need did she have of hiding them? Even if she was a bit paranoid at times, her paranoia had little to do with other people discovering her motives and much more to do with the prospect of other people using her to their own ends. Thus, it didn't seem especially odd to her mind to speak to a stranger about her thoughts on her future.

“Well I just recently came to the conclusion that we have to build our own future. This place protects you but what you do while you’re here is up to you.”

Skydancer nodded. "Sage advice. But in what direction do you choose to build your future? There are a million different future buildings to choose from but you can only have one of them. Thus, my dilemma." At the very least, the analogy made sense to her own mind although she wasn't positive how well that sense of logic translated to others.

“Actually I’m off to work on my own future right now,” the idea made him smile “have you ever seen the danger room?”

Now that was something interesting and Skydancer's ears perked immediately. "Danger room? I think I've heard mention of such a place but I've never seen it myself." Perhaps it might offer other alternatives to promote her training and possibly even something to help edge her above her competition. Now that was a prospect worth exploring.

"I don't think anyone needs to threaten anyone," Skydancer stated, trying to calm down the situation before things got out of hand. Just because she felt confident about her ability to defend herself, didn't mean she particularly wanted to be put into that situation, especially not knowing if the red giants were anything other than red and large.

Aedus, it seemed, had similar ideas as he also went about clarifying his position on the situation. Skydancer nodded her agreement and, taking a cue from Aedus also eased her stance a bit. While she didn't reign in her tubes, she made sure they weren't pointed out quite so threateningly as they were initially.

Skydancer glanced down at the pitiful human criminals, feeling not the least bit of sympathy for their plight. Sometimes a little vigilante justice was exactly what was needed and it seemed the giants, whoever they were, dealt with things fairly. After all, the drug dealers were still able to crawl away from the situation more or less in tact, which was less more than some would have allowed. Her sort of friend Aura came to mind.

At the sudden and bizarre appearance of the man calling himself The Doorman, Skydancer could only stare dumbfounded. "Why should we follow a stranger through a strange doorway into a supposed paradise?" It seemed the most obvious question to ask. After all, how often was it that strangers offered you the door to paradise and what were the chances that it was some sort of trap?

" Dance, hang on, something crazy is going on."

Skydancer had a history of getting into the zone when engaging in training and not being as observant as she should be about the world outside of her next couple of steps, but she wasn't about to ignore the present statement. She halted at the words, only becoming aware, then, of the sounds going on below.

"holy crap, there are red giants down there!"

Skydancer peered down the edge of the roof and confirmed for herself that yes, there were indeed red giants down there. Three red giants, to be specific and all three looked rather dangerous.

"Wanna check it out?"

"Of course I do," Skydancer replied with a smirk. Maybe it wasn't the wisest decision she had ever made, but how could she possibly pass up such an exciting opportunity? Trying to remain quiet, she let her tubes down in a triangle on the ground, behind where the red giants were standing. She then walked off the edge of the building, tubes holding onto her weight for a swift and easy descent. She looked back up at Aedus, curios how he intended to get to the ground and prepared to offer him a tube or two if he needed it.

Why did so many people seem to have such a strong resentment of mutants? Skydancer's own family had been the perfect example of tolerance, embracing her both her mutant aunt and, later, her mutant sister. Why couldn't more people be as accepting as her own family was? Why were so many people filled with such hate and spite? It wasn't fair, not to her, not to the woman she had so unfortunately fallen on top of, and not to any other mutant out there.

As the mob grew, the anti-mutant slurs began coming more frequently and those were among the things Skydancer liked least. Mostly people were too polite to say such things, but an entire crowd of people fuelled by hate gave individuals a sort of courage they could normally only dream of. Such cowardly and abhorrent behaviour made her angry. What did any of them know of rampant discrimination based upon nothing else save for looking a bit different?

"We never hurt any of you so why do you all insist on spewing such hateful filth from your mouths?" The anger in Skydancer's voice was clear and her tubes twitched in the anticipation of the violence that now seemed inevitable. They were probably not the best words to say, not in present circumstances, but why should mutants always have to be the defensive ones? Why should it only be mutants who should have to sensor their words and carefully moderate their actions? She wasn't about to be a pushover or a victim. Never again.

Sparing a glance at the other mutant, Skydancer realized she heard buzzing coming from her. She had no idea what that meant or what it boded for anyone but hoped it improved their chances of actually being able to defend themselves against the progressively angrier mob. As much as she hated to admit it, a fight against so many people might not be one they could win, even with mutant powers on their side.

The bottle slamming into Skydancer's arm sealed it. It didn't hit her hard enough to break, but she still flinched at the impact eyes going wide. Numerous tubes burst from her skin hovering around the pair of them. Someone especially observant might have noticed her pupils being just a little bit too large to be calm and the slightest of tremors going through her hands. "I don't like this." Her voice was remarkably calm and low, the slight shake easy to miss.