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Evelyn caught all kinds of people lurking around the museum from time to time. To the average worker, they looked pleased enough to be there, but there were always signs when it wasn't necessarily someone's original plan of action. Somewhat flushed faces, outfits that don't quite match the atmosphere, shuffling through wallets a little longer than other patrons to find memberships... things like that tipped her off. The woman who arrived today did little more than sigh with relief and casually glance back out the door, but it was enough. Even without a good look at her face, the hyper-aware mutant who was just leaving the front desk to make her rounds took note of it, and filed it away for later.

Sometimes, the most entertaining part of her job was solving the mysteries about the patrons who entered.

Today Evelyn was going to check on a few of the displays that were still in the finishing phases of getting restored after the fiasco that tore apart the museum not too long ago. This sent her unintentionally in the same direction as the woman the echoes noted, and her curiosity spiked again. Most of the regulars here had learned about the museum's damage and navigated through the worst areas at reflex. The woman's reaction to the slight damage of the architecture exhibit would tell another thing or two about her. She couldn't quite place why she looked so familiar though. People always looked familiar to Evelyn, but from the back of the woman's head, she really, REALLY felt like she should know why...

Clipboard in hand, Evelyn glanced down at the notes she had already memorized as she moved. She always felt weird walking in the same direction as someone... It always gave that awkward following vibe.

Evelyn nodded slightly as Lana talked, considering the possibilities. She didn't know a lot about genes, but she could certainly research it more in her spare time. The nice thing about having a perfect memory was it made learning new things a lot easier. "I wouldn't ignore the possibility. I haven't studied as much science as I probably should have, but there might be a connection between individuals with similar powers or something of the sort... I know one of my friend's powers seemed to stay in the family and that's not uncommon. I wouldn't know though, I was an only child." She shrugged it off again. Her family history wasn't something she generally liked going into, although anyone who lingered around the city may eventually hear about it. Her parents were fairly vocal about their distaste for her at this point.

The alarm went off though, and that ended the conversation. She glanced at Lana's half-eaten food somewhat guiltily as she realized she had taken up most of the woman's lunch break. She took the card though with a smile. "I'll definitely stay in touch. I always enjoy talking with new people, especially ones who aren't freaked out by my nosiness... The echoes always make me feel like I'm sucking in more information about people than their comfortable with." She admitted somewhat sheepishly.

She stood and fished in her own pocked for a card and handed it back to Lana. It was fairly plane with her name, number, and the word 'Holmes' above it. "Old joke." She explained at the last addition on the card.

Evelyn was somewhat grateful her echoes didn't start later in life. If she suddenly had voices appear in her head she was pretty certain it would have driven her crazy. Just dealing with the playbacks alone was hard enough without taking both on. She couldn't help but envy Lana a little knowing her sister was an adapted though. "Adapteds have been sort of a good news bad news thing for me. They shut off the echoes so that's nice, but they sort of send the playbacks into shock if I sleep in one of their fields. That's an experiment I won't try again." She said with a shake of her head.

"The Mansion is pretty nice. It's a school for mutants, and some people live there, others just take classes and stuff. You might find it interesting. I never really expected to settle in there but it grew on me. If you ever want a tour they're more than happy to show you around. I'm not really that great at tours, admittedly." She chuckled slightly.

The echoes got distracted slightly by a passing dog, analyzing the breed, collar behavior...she turned back to Lana. "If you get the time though it's worth checking out. Even if you just want to meet some of the other mutants in the area."

He was angry, she was angry. There was a lot of anger buzzing around in the room. Not that it was anyone's fault, really, they just saw things differently. Evelyn didn't necessarily think that being selfish was a bad thing. She just thought everyone had to have reasons for what they did, and she didn't entirely believe in something being completely 'selfless'. The military considered training of soldiers 'reprogramming' for such reasons. Working around the morals of an individual, building on survival instincts, picking and choosing which traits would better the group as a whole in battle. With the echoes, she saw things in many shades of gray. Every good guy had a little bad to them. Every bad guy had a little good. She wondered if she would ever really see eye to eye with Saphirus, but she wasn't here to compare ideologies and moral standing. She was here to train, and that's what kept her face straight even as he analyzed her fighting.

"Your footwork is off... It's got creativity behind it, but you don't think far enough ahead. As a mutant without a physical ability, you will always be at a disadvantage; because of this, I suggest wearing down your opponent with careful strikes, and keeping outside of their range if possible."

That was fair advice, and she let the echoes process it. It was hard to think ahead with the echoes at times, mostly because they were always so focused on the 'now'. Learning to think ahead would take more training, and further studying of her own habits, her opponents battle instincts, and further training in sparing in general. Knowing how someone would respond to a blow wasn't impossible: it would just take trial and error.

Starting with Saphirus' 'game', however, seemed like a risky way to learn. If she wasn't already irritated with the x-man, she might have protested the idea. and the risks involved. But Saphirus was challenging her, jabbing at her pride, and in many ways, she was taking the bait. She wanted to prove she deserved to be an x-men. She wanted to prove, regardless of her reasoning, she could be useful, and could help people. But letting the danger room convince her she was dying... She had no idea what that could do when her powers were involved.

With a slight shrug she brushed aside her concerns though, and flipped both one sai then the second into a more battle-ready hold without glancing at them. "Fine, I'll play your 'game'." She said, and without waiting she darted forward, echoes focused on his crowbar wielding hand. One sai flashed out towards his weaker leg, the other stayed on guard to deflect any counter attack.

Evelyn collected all the throwing stars, and tucked the pouch back into her pocket. She snuck away for a moment to collect their bag, and Gawain and his mom were sitting and talking still when she returned. She didn't know how to really be polite and vigilant at the same time. Tact was never something she mastered, but she tried, and perhaps that was what counted. It was hard to be super concerned with manners when you had unconscious bodies and a clock ticking away on the conversation. Fifteen minutes wasn't much, but it was enough to at least help Gawain learn what he needed.

Brood of evil teleporters.... Her powers suddenly seemed quite tame.

[Stirring figure. The echoes announced, and Evelyn moved to kneel next to the beefy mutant, quickly finding the pressure point on his neck. The echoes directed her, and with some adjustment her gloved fingers against his neck knocked him back out. Pressure points were freaky business... But sometimes they were still useful.

Things turned into a blur, one Evelyn would have taken the time to reevaluate, if she could. Not that it mattered much at this point in time. The echoes would remember every detail later whether she wanted them to or not. After knocking over the biker, Evelyn barely managed to free herself from his grip, as a nearby kid turned into an enormous stuffed tiger. The girl who approached her earlier got into a scuffle with someone else.

This party was definitely not what she signed up for. She clenched and unclenched her hands, wishing she had a better weapon to fight with. She scooped up a busted candlestick instead, and tried not to cringe at the damage being caused. This had to be stopped...

There was a cry from by the elevator, and Evelyn turned to see the laughing figure as the elevator went down.

Someone asked if she was alright, Evelyn blinked and nodded. "I'm fine, got a few more things to take care of though." She remarked and without giving more information took off at a dart for the stairwell. Elevators weren't particularly fast, and the echoes knew which direction they were going. To the basement it was. Because every fight in a haunted house should end in a basement, right?

Scrambling to a stop just outside the elevator, Evelyn tried to calm her breathe as the door pinged open.

You know those conversations where you somehow get involved in them, then a few minutes or so in, you wonder if you SHOULD be involved in them? This was one of those situations. Evelyn came here to help Gawain make contact with his mother, but she almost felt like she was eavesdropping on the mother and her son. The two of them had been in some awkward situations together, sure. Heck, the interactions with her own parents had been a little awkward. But she still wasn't sure exactly what to say during this chat.

She glanced at the downed figures to make sure they stayed down, put her sai away and collected throwing stars while they talked.

The echoes slowly took in their surrounding, studying the alley and making sure there were no more surprises. Without having to fight at the same time, she could let them take in more of her surroundings, even while listening to the conversation.