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The made their way to the Danger Room, and Evelyn felt more awake already. Standing in the middle of the room reminded her of training with Sam, and she tried not to scare Ami away by her delight when the Sai appeared. "It works! We probably should test on a target first, to be on the safe side..." Evelyn picked up the weapon, and they felt familiar. She suspected the room kept the light ones on preset for her right now. Did that mean the room knew she was there? Probably. Which meant Mirror probabyl got word she was here with someone she probably shouldn't have entered with.

Oh well. At least she got to try this once!

The targets showed up, basic bulls-eye displays made out of wood. Evelyn took her stance and the echoes reacted quickly. She threw, hit her mark. She threw again, same result. It was...honestly a little scary. Muscle memory and the echoes together had a way of making accuracy sort of spooky.

"Uh, where do you want me to hit you with this, anyway?" Evelyn asked, turning toward the older girl. She was assuming the hoodie was the primary target, so somewhere on the torso?

"If it doesn't take enough of the impact i don't want to cause too much damage. Uh, stomach?" Evelyn pointed to a spot near the belly button. If for some reason the clothing didn't stop the metal, it would cause a bruise at most.

Holding the weapon, Evelyn waited for Ami to either say go, or call it off. When the word came, she threw, and the weapon went right where they had discussed, like a magnet straight for a bulls-eye.

Evelyn helped Doc Prof enough in her first week here, she shouldn't have been that concerned with injuring Ami. Although, she was certain the old man would drag her by her ear to detention if he found out she skewered another mutant playing with weapons in an unauthorized Danger Room session. But would it be worth it? Of course it would!

Evelyn grinned, and seemed to wake back up as she led Ami through the school. It didn't take long for them to land in front of some very impressive looking doors, and she hoped Ami still had the authorization to access what was inside.

"If it doesn't work maybe we can try some time with Sam. But he would probably make it a training exercise. I don't mind, but I'm not sure you want to volunteer for any combat drills." Evelyn had a sort of weird thirst for challenges, and was probably one of the only voluntary students for the ice mancer. She was also the one trying to break into the chem lab at night.

Actually, to most of the students in this school, she was a kid who presumably had her brains reshuffled in the deaging and came back 90% sociopath. She wasn't a danger...yet. But there was more than enough evidence she would be.

Evelyn wasn’t surprised by much. There were very few situations she came across that just stumped her brain. Usually, she was smart to the point it was a bit frightening to people. Even if she didn’t know an answer right away, she always felt finding one was possible.

But watching William pull cursive glass letters from the sand was one of the most bizarre scientific tricks she had ever seen. ”I think this is the point where I have to admit I....I don’t understand this anymore. Wow. This is...” this was the strangest experience she had faced so far.

The echoes weren’t even trying. As if accepting she was facing something beyond their current knowledge let the echoes call it quits. Their understanding and hers just had to run on simplicity now. Imagine image, control path, and when he stopped, there it was.

”I used to think knowing everything is fun but, not knowing how this works...is nice, this time. It feels like magic. Like, how people feel when they see magic.” she admitted quietly.

The syringe? Evelyn has dismissed that as being useless based on lack of fingerprints. She still had it, of course, safe at home. She knew someone might hope to study any residue to consider a cure, but had not been ready to give it to the wrong person. What use was it turning it over to an X-man who really had no leads so far? Was her one little clue going to bring down this phenomena? In her mind, it wasn’t, so why bother?

Greg, however, was not an X-men. He was a highly intelligent creature who had a friend.

”I could get it for you. I kept it at my apartment for safety. Could you really use it to trace its origins?” she was both interested, and a little hesitant.

”While I am an eager student and would enjoy solving this mystery, I also hope you realize my hesitancy harbors no ill-will. I...I like who I am, now. And the person they tell me I was feels like someone I am happier letting go of. Even if a cure comes, I want to continue growing at my own pace now. I hope you understand,” she tried to explain. It was almost an appeal. She would help, but she also wanted to be left to do things the way she was not. It was a struggle being young, but going back felt like a worse punishment in the end.

Evelyn made sure she had her ears covered and the glasses on before William acted this time. As a result, she was able to see just fine when he brought the sculpture out. Her mouth fell open without being able to stop it. "That's amazing! How...how did you, I just....that's so cool." Even the echoes were having a hard time understanding. It was, a bit beyond the world of science as she had figured out now. Was he telling the electricity to turn? Was it moving through the glass as it formed? She wanted to know more, but figured even he might not know how to say what he was doing.

"I, I don't really know. Maybe a flower? Like a rose? Something commercial like that would be good practice. Like those little glass ornaments you see at stores all the time people eat up." Evelyn wasn't sure if he knew what she was talking about. She wished she had a phone to show him.

"Or try to write something? Just not your name. Unless you want a sculpture of your name." Evelyn said, considering.

Evelyn looked at the man. He didn't seem like he had been deaged, but then he continued and it made sense. He had met others like her who had been deaged. While he didn't have the same experience, he was trying to study it. Evelyn relaxed more. She was comfortable with science, and research. For her, the pursuit of knowledge was logical and positive.

"I don't mind pooling research, but I'm afraid my own findings are probably less involved than yours. While a few of my friends seem upset by the changes, I have actually enjoyed myself. Having a new start means the chance to learn faster, and technology now is much more accessible than when I was a child the first time."

While she lacked memories to compare, she could see signs that what she knew was true. Electronic readers, online data, all of that was accelerating her advancement. Then, there were the playbacks. She was making good use of those.

Greg, er, Mr. Sampson? She wasn't sure how to refer to him... asked what she had found. Evelyn considered, then tentatively held up a hand.

"I have a faster way of showing you, if you don't mind?" When he didn't seem to move away, she touched one of his arms. The feed to her playbacks took over, and she let her memory go back to what she had read. Information flashed past: memories of her own deaging, waking up in her apartment, passed out on a couch, a syringe clasped in her hand. Then she let her memory go to the police station: a single screen with open case information on de-aged mutants. She let Roach hear what she had been told by others: no one had changed back yet, others had experienced similar episodes of waking up with no memories, in places their adult bodies had been.

The echoes were there, picking out pieces, plucking details they deemed important. [Injection, syringe. Inhalation. Multiple methods. Ability to escape, lack of captivity. Chaos, uncertainty. No motive of drug and release?]

When she felt she had shared what she knew, she removed her hand, blinking to clear the memories. For both of them, each situation would feel real, as if they had been there. The details of the syringe were clear, the feeling of glass as vivid as the pen Greg was holding. The screen at the police station would be just as sharp, although the details had not told her much. The biggest question was why: who would do this and then just let them all go.

Evelyn didn’t have anyone she cared about the same way, but she could still understand how important the bunny boy had been to Jude. The echoes seemed to read emotions and translate them even when she had no current understanding.

In some ways, she felt she still had the capacity for things she felt as an adult. When she met Sam again she could have sworn she had missed him without remembering why. Some things translated when memories were gone, and grief had been a feeling she felt even her mind could not forget. If they had not rescued Zaid, Evelyn could have only imagined what would have happened. The place they visited said enough, and the horror Zaid had shown during the brief moments before she comforted him would be burnt into her playbacks.

The phone was a gift, a thank you. That she knew carried weight she would not take lightly.

Evelyn considered the concept of “good”. She made a face and sat, ”Everyone told me I was a good person in my last life. But, I feel as if I diverged from that. You had a similar experience, I assume. I don’t know how, or the details, but at least you remember. For me, it’s all just starting, but the expectations are already there. Someone I was but am not now.”

She looked at the phone, trying to put the words in place. ”I told someone once that it’s like the multi-verse theory. This time, this me has already branched from the old one. I don’t feel like a good person here, but, not really a bad one. Do you think that’s okay?” she liked Jude because he wasn’t entirely perfect. She liked that he seemed haunted a little too by expectations he couldn’t fulfill.

Evelym smiled about the jet, and then nodded to confirm the safety of the phone. ”Sam has been teaching me to throw Sai, and I am good at it. I feel like my brain already has the coding there and it just, falls back into place. But my muscles aren’t strong enough yet.” she complained.