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Well, if nothing else, Derek was earnest. Kealey listened intently as the young man spoke and made mental notes of the important things.

20 years old? He was so young, and not a part of the X-Men, but a part of the Haven? Kealey hadn't heard of such a place, but made a mental note to ask around and see what she could find out. It sounded like some kind of philanthropic organization. It would be worth looking into, if nothing else.

The young man's powers were interesting to say the least. Power over and communication with animals was something that could come in very handy in a great number of situations. The fact that he was starting school made the blonde grin, she could still remember when she'd decided to start design school. It had been a huge deal, and look where it had gotten her.

"You've forgotten the most important thing though." she said when he was done talking.

"Why do you want the suit? Who are you working with, or what are you doing that requires such attire?"

It was definitely going to be one of the conditions of Kealey's work on such a project. She didn't want to send someone so young out on their own in something she made if it was going to encourage the young man to end up hurt.

Well.

That hadn't been what Kealey was expecting.

The blonde tilted her head as Derek spoke, and focused on the emotions of the young man in front of her. Really focused.

He was nervous, that was the paramount emotions that Kealey could feel. Nervous enough that it made her want to bounce her foot in agitation or chew her bottom lip, both habits she'd worked very hard at mastering in the past few years. There was something else there too, though, buried underneath the nerves. Earnestness. The young man was serious. Kealey didn't laugh, or do anything at all for a long moment. She thought.

"I'd be interested in knowing who told you that I do that." she said, after much internal deliberation. Proping her elbows on her desk and lacing her fingers together, Kealey leaned forward.

"If I did make those suits, and I'm not saying that I do. The people I make them for would have gone through a very rigorous training regimen and have the approval of at least a few people who already have them."

She paused for a moment, hoping her words would have time to sink in.

"Would you meet those requirements?" she asked quietly, "I can help with your nerves if it would make it easier for you to answer." she added softly.

The business world was an interesting one. One that Kealey Shinbo was still trying to wrap her head around two years after managing to secure her very own offices and launching her exclusive line. Things had been good, really good and she couldn't help but feel like the luckiest girl in New York as she looked out her windows and over the city.

The offices were small, and a bit eclectic, but they were high above the bustling crowds of New York and the distance gave the blonde enough space that she could actually think and let her creativity reign without the burden of too many outside emotions. Sure, Kealey's secretary was there, and the few workers that she employed to help her with custom designs, but she was used to them by now and could nearly shut them out on most days. They knew about her abilities, and were the kindest of people. They were kind of like a little family.

Swiveling in her office chair, Kealey peeked at her appointment calendar. She had a client meeting this afternoon with a woman who needed a dress for a gala. These were Kealey's favorite kind of customer. The woman was beyond excited about the party, and had seen some of Kealey's work and been interested. The two had already had a couple of concept meetings, and the woman had been delighted in what they'd been able to create. Today was the first fitting of the gown itself, and Kealey couldn't wait for feedback.

There was another appointment today too, one that was set to begin very soon. The meeting was with a Mr. Derek Menes, someone Kealey couldn't claim the pleasure of knowing on a personal level. The meeting had been made a couple of weeks ago, and Kealey still didn't know exactly what it was about.

Casting out over the office, Kealey let her powers flow to the forefront of her mind and quickly identified the new person in the waiting area. His feelings were hopeful and patient, and there was something he wanted.

Reaching out with every intention of asking her secretary, Claudia, to send the man back, Kealey paused and then rose. There wasn't much going on today, there was no reason she couldn't greet the man herself.

So out Kealey went, following the unfamiliar emotions to the young man in the reception area. Smiling welcomingly, the blonde held out her hand, "Mr. Menes," she said, Irish accent light and friendly, "I'm Kealey Shinbo. If you'd like to step back into my office, we can discuss why you're here."

"I love you too." Kealey replied, pushing a stray strand of hair behind hear ear. The coroner's van was pulling up now, and the rest of the forensics team would be close by. It was a conflict of interest, Kealey knew, and she'd already used all the tools she currently had at her disposal. She scanned the area again to see what she could see with her power and found absolutely nothing.

As she'd already said, it took a special kind of crazy to commit a crime like this, and someone needed to stop the person responsible. If the police were capable of figuring things out, and figuring them out quick, there wouldn't be any conflict of interest. "See you at home." she said, and turned to head to the bus stop.

If, however, they couldn't handle the task at hand, Kealey would have no problem calling in the other X-Men. It was her job, as much as it was Shin's to send a civilian away from a crime scene.

Shin was pleased with the way she'd handled things, and Kealey gave him a thin lipped smile. It wasn't a grin-worthy situation, but she was still glad that she'd managed not to muck things up from a police perspective. Sometimes that was hard, X-Men weren't detectives, they were first responders and justice dealers.

Shin asked her about the bystanders and Kealey shook her head to the negative, "I checked and couldn't find anything out of the ordinary." she said, blue eyes scanning the group again. Her gaze flicking back to the couple at the table for a moment, the blond frowned.

"I'm not sure what I would pick up here though..." she said, staring intently, "This wasn't a crime of passion...it was art."

So far, today had been pretty stinking awesome, Kealey decided, grabbing a table in the cool outdoor section of one of her favorite cafés, bags arranged around her in a proud display of prompt holiday action. The season had started, and if they were going to get presents all the way to Japan before the 25th of December, Kealey had known she needed to get an early start. Shin's mother was the hardest to please, so her presents always came first. The fates had shone down on the blond, however, and she'd found the perfect thing. So quickly, had she found it, in fact, that Kealey had decided to reward herself with a cup of coffee.

Shin was on duty, and Kelaey had just started typing him a text about her great luck, when a bird had come out of nowhere and landed on the head of a woman sitting a table over.

Birds...were not something that Kealey got much joy from. They weren't like a cat, who tested you and made you earn their affection. They weren't like a dog, who loved you unconditionally and was thrilled to see you no matter how long you had been gone. They had those beady little eyes and were more prone to pooping and staring than anything as charming as chasing a string or playing fetch.

Apparently though, this woman felt differently about birds. Apparently, this woman thought they were great, because she hadn't moved a muscle when she became a pearch.

Chills running down her spine that had nothing to do with cool December air, Kealey had focused her powers in that direction...only to find that the usual torrent of emotions from people in a public place were completely absent in this couple. That was an incredibly rare occurrence only brought on by two things, an adapted, and a complete lack of emotions to read.

Eyes widening slightly, the blond stowed her phone in her coat pocket and moved towards the couple, reaching into her purse for her compact mirror. "Hello?" she said, frowning at the lack of response she received. Full of trepidation, and careful not to touch anything, Kealey held the mirror out and under the man's nose.

Nothing.

Sighing, the blond placed the mirror back into her purse and pulled her phone from her pocket. Quickly backing out of her messaging feature, she dialed three little numbers and waited for the dispatcher to answer.

"I think I've found two dead bodies..." she said, and the rest was history.