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Ryden wrote a few notes, shifting the coffee into the crook in his arm until he was done, and followed Sam towards the park. Ryden nodded to confirm the whole "off the record" stuff, then sipped his coffee and shrugged. Shrugging was an important part in his vocabulary. People understood shrugging. Shrugging didn't blow things up. There was always some old lady who would scold you for it though. Don't be such a shrugger.

Mental shrug.

"You can ask, I'll do my best to answer." A street lamp ever so slightly shuddered as they passed. He took another gulp of the coffee, hoping the caffeine would keep a headache down. "Can't guess what I'd know that'd interest you though." He admitted.

If nothing, Sam was good at guessing what Ryden was trying to say. It helped keep the property damage to a minimum. Ryden had conducted a few interviews before, but they were always held someplace outside the city and in a metal free zone if possible. The less he could damage, the better. But a chance to interview a supposedly dead guy? He couldn't pass that up.

"X-men." He clarified. "Details are still slim on the whole event. You know, you all being assumed dead." His voice traveled from window to window, spacing itself out to avoid breaking anything. It was hard to continue a conversation and focus on where his powers were going, but he didn't want to scare away a possible interview. He nodded in response to the coffee offer. Although coffee shops did tend to give a lot of ammo to his powers.

Kills me....

Somehow, the phrase triggered something in Ryden's mind, and he paused, looking closer at his companion. Something seemed familiar. As a reporter, he often came across other stories his coworkers were taking. Because of his powers, he rarely did things like interviews so those typically shuffled past his desk without getting much of his attention. But there was one story awhile back his boss let him look at, mostly because his unfortunately involvement in the situation, and the mutants it involved. Ryden hated thinking about those attacks because his destructive episode of Karaoke was something he didn't want to relive, but the individuals that were first attacked...they had been a bit elusive. Ice, mutants, dead. Ryden felt the gears click into place even as the conversation continued.

"Only metal and glass. Still, we're in New York." He shrugged. Finally, he felt confident enough to speak up. "Hey, word on the street was you died or something." Ryden remarked. A lamp post wobbled slightly as they walked close to it. He bit his tongue to keep from talking too much in one shot.

I guess thanks. Some gratitude. At least Ryden wasn't walking away in handcuffs. That would have put a damper on his day. Although the way the cop was looking at him made him wonder if his relief was a bit too soon. Ryden was already skirting under their radar with his 'destruction of public property' record growing. Accidental, but still.

The guy motioned for them to start leaving, and Ryden frowned slightly, trying to figure out how to explain himself without breaking more stuff. He was getting better at it though, although he hated talking dumb. "Resonance." He hoped the ice mutant understood what that meant. He didn't have his notebook handy and he was pretty sure more exploding stuff wouldn't help his case. "I talk, stuff breaks." Maybe that would ease the guys curiosity, if nothing else.

Ryden sighed, pushing the hair from his face. Even if they weren't exactly friends, the stranger across the table was one of the only people it seemed he could talk to lately, in a literal and more emotional sense. While she seemed concerned about saying the wrong thing, Ryden felt he couldn't make things worse at this point. What was he going to do, scare her off? If his voice hadn't done that already, he wasn't sure much really would.

"I'm a writer. Words are just... my life. I feel like my powers are taking something away from me." The spoon cracked a little bit, and he wondered if he should offer to pay for it enough. Casualty of conversation.

"You're not doing a bad job, I'm just...cornered." he rubbed his forehead with his hand and frowned slightly. "I'm sorry, I know it's all coming out very meloncholy right now. I just... frustrated." He wondered if she regretted sitting down now. The spoon had split into two pieces now, his voice taking turns rattle the shards.

Ryden considered her suggestion, and and wondered if it was feasible or not. It was hard to criticize trying to catch words when his own powers were already odd in nature. She could control air, but could she get sound to cooperate, especially where his powers were concerned? In some ways, he imaging his powers as a little yappy dog that was not to be kept from it's dog bowl. Maybe he was big enough to distract it.

"It might work..." He mused, and then nodded in agreement as she realized how temporary such an arrangement would be. He smiled despite the lack of progress. "Hard to find enough grass in this city. Metal is everywhere." He shrugged as if it wasn't such a big deal, but it did annoy him from time to time. Such as today.

"This isn't so bad..." He decided after a moment though. At least no one else was bothered by his powers this way. With her ability the field his powers could destroy in was lessened, which was at least a start. "At least no broken coffee pots." He smirked ruefully.

Yes or no. Ryden could handle that. He watched as she focused on something off to the side, wondering momentarily what she was doing. Then he figured it was just something with the air and let it go. Inquiring wouldn't fall into the yes or no category.

"Yes." Only a faint buzz. The word left a little tickle in his mouth.

Vibrating people? "No." Thank goodness. Being able to direct it? "Yes." Then the singing question hit and Ryden couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out, which latched onto the spoon and left a little crack in it. Opps. "No. Not when I can help it." There was an episode out of some painful singalong when he had his mind controled, but that involved a story that would take too many words.