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"Well, I need to go find one of the teachers to ask them something."

He looked over at her and nodded once more. "Alright, good luck with that. It was nice chatting with you." He yawned looking about ready to fall asleep anyway. So she could probably sneak away pretty easily. Not that he minded at all. This little meeting was a rather chance and random one. And he knew that if she stuck around through the storm, he'd probably see her again.

If she really needed something, it was probably something consisting of multiple meetings with the teachers and staff. He's been watching, not exactly counting, but he was well aware of when new faces turn up and return. So he was sure she'd show up again. What was the mansion, if not a revolving door of mutants in need.

"I promise. Even if I think I'm sleeping, I promise I won't say anything."

Sounded like a pretty solid promise, given how Jiri's powers worked. He hesitated a moment before speaking. "Alright, so, context. Before I lived here, I was...homeless and before that I lived in a foster home. I got my powers at age ten and then at thirteen I ran away because I didn't want to be found out. I traveled, ran with a couple of different groups before ending up going through the San Rafael Swell. It's a scrub desert out in Utah, practically no civilization to speak of. I would have died of dehydration if I hadn't found a stream in a canyon. I followed that until I ran into a guy, I won't say his name, but trust me when I say he was a pretty powerful mutant."

He glanced up at Jiri, gauging how he was taking the information before continuing. "He was ex-military, a, uh, guy they relied on in order to extract information from people. He had this power that makes a pressure in your head and it builds and builds, and had this strange side effect of sounding like cicadas if it was on you. He apparently did that for the government when they were rounding up mutants into camps in exchange for leniency. He was living out in the desert to kind of punish himself. At least as far as I could guess."

Alex took a breath to brace himself for this next bit, "I stayed with him for maybe a month or more, I can't remember. The desert didn't really feel like it had seasons and we only ever went into towns once in a while..." He's not looking at Jiri, trapped in the memory of that night. It doesn't feel like he has control over his words, the construct have grown silent in his head. "One night, he told me to stay in my room, lock the door, and not to come out no matter what. About twenty minuets later, I hear a car coming, I can see the high beams from the window. There's shouting but I don't really know what they're say and then there's gunfire and screaming and all I can do is duck down and wait."

"Then the world is quiet again, dead silent...and I hear footsteps, someone checking all the doors and they stop at mine...They shout, ask if anyone's inside they should come out, but I can't move or speak, I can only cower there and wait." He swallows, trying to push through the memory, "He shoots off the lock and I guess that makes me lucky cause when he saw me he was out of bullets...I froze, I didn't know what to do and before I know it he's on me. I struggled and tried to push him off, but he keeps...hitting me and he's so much bigger than me," He feel the air leave his chest, the bruises as if they were new, the weight of the stranger on top of him, his breathing harder now, "He gets on top of me and his hands are on my throat, he's going to kill me. I would have died if I hadn't realized there was...material inside him...and I use it, just like I did to that other guy..."

He grows silent, not telling Jiri about the sensations, the feeling, the scent, the taste. How when he stepped out of that room and found the corpses of his friend and multiple other strangers that he puked. Or what the stranger had said whilst chocking the life from him. There were some details he would take to the grave.

"That's really decent of you," Jiri said quietly. "Like, really decent...I'll make sure to keep bringing tea, when I barge into your dreams." He flashed a little grin. "You are going to get really sick of tea."

He shrugged, "Thanks, I like tea more than coffee so I'm pretty sure I'll be okay with it. Also, it's not just decent, it's for my own benefit. They told me I had a seizure when I had arrived at the hospital. I've never had a seizure before. I can only guess that the strain of everything that just happened and you in my noodle, was the cause." He looked at him with a corked brow, wondering if he could tell that Ace was angrily glaring at him. As much as a personality with out a body could glare.

"But without the strain I think I'll be okay. Just don't go smashing walls or breaking things. Ace or me will probably be able to keep you contained to one space. I don't really control where we'll be so we could be any where when I fall asleep. Oh! And also, don't follow Mary. She doesn't need a minion to break things for her." Laying down some ground rules would be helpful and would hopefully keep things from killing him in the long run.

He yawned, stretching a bit in his laying position. "Any questions? And I really do mean any? I have really no reason to keep things from you if you're going to be in my head all the time."

Though! Just throwing this out there, if they fly international, those countries would have a right to deport them if they were found to have entered the country under false pretenses or information. And different airports have different policies as far as international goes. Like in Peru, I had to show my passport just to get into the airport ticket area, and after that there were security check points everywhere. I wouldn't be surprised if many countries would adopt a policy of checking.

Flight risks are taken very seriously and money or no, I feel like they would treat any one with an x-gene as a living weapon. If you get found out, you probably wouldn't even be able to board the plane. Guilty until proven innocent unfortunately.

Worse thoughts though, schools might eventually have x-gene scanners. Kids hitting puberty and younger have been the marking point in which the x-gene has shown to make itself known. So, along with metal detectors, some schools might have x-gene detectors some time down the line. Or they might have a thing like x-gene checks to go along with lice checks. Which for many might out them before they even know it themselves. Plus a margin of error might get kids in trouble even they don't have it.

Honestly the more common a piece of tech becomes the more likely it's going to be used. Starts with the military and police, filters down into public gov areas like airports and schools, till eventually supermarkets and malls have them too. Just like security cameras. Hell, schools might get them simply because parents insist on it so their kids might be aware of the more dangerous kids.

There would be fewer and fewer places mutants would have that would feel safe for them. Can't go to school or the mall or buy groceries. Hell it might even lead to segregation, the real life equivalent of which has been shown to have awful consequences with that "separate but equal" bullsh*t. All that pressure, to conform, to not be pinned as monster, it would eventually erupt. It would need would be a catalyst, an unjustified arrest or killing, a leader to point out the atrocities, to incite the mutant population into movement.

He nodded quietly, absorbing the information without actually really paying too much attention. He took another bite of his sandwich, enjoying the small bout of companionable silence while it lasted. Given how terrifying the last few weeks had been, this odd moment of normal was nice. Though there was a part of him that said there was no way something like this could last.

"I don't have a roommate yet. There were an odd number of girls when I moved in, so I was bored. Not a lot of night life in these parts...Going to eat all that or can I have some?"

He smiled and nodded, "Yeah, go ahead, help yourself. I kind of grab all this without really thinking." Well it was more like he had a sudden need to be selfish for once. He wanted to take more than was reasonable. Now with someone sitting with him it seemed strange to try and eat it all by himself. At the very least, if anybody got upset, he could say he had someone help him eat all that food.

He listened closely, feeling a little childish for not understanding the concept any sooner. Still, there seemed to be a lot more fights that required more than just running away than not. But he didn't say so out loud, it wasn't that important of a thought. At the end he nodded and waited for them to return to training. However it seemed Hades didn't want to push him too hard just yet.

"You look tired, you should get some rest. We can continue in the morning if you are up for it."

"Sure, it's not like I've got anything else to do tomorrow."he chuckled with a shrug. He wondered toward the stairs, intent on going up to the bed they had set up for him earlier. But he paused at the first step and looked back over at Hades. "So you're going to be sticking around this whole time to train me? You don't have work to go to or anything?" He was actually curious to know what Hades' work involved. Was he a security guard, a spy, an assassin, military? There were a lot of possibilities from what he's seen so far. But he was leaning more toward the wilder idea of a spy or assassin because of all the thinks he's seen.

He looked up, sandwich already stuffed in his gob, and blinked owlishly at the girl. He gave a nod at her question, chewing quickly so he could actually speak to her. He felt a ting of embarrassment, having laid out so much food just for himself. But then again, hectic couple of weeks, he deserved a treat or twenty. He watched her grab the milk from the fridge, then the cookies and made herself a spot at the table.

"I don't think we've met. I'm Janelle."

He swallowed before answering, "Alex...Are you new?" Taking another bite of his sandwich, he considered her. He hadn't seen her around, when he first joined and definitely not since he's been back. Then again he didn't know everyone who lived here, but he was familiar with most of the faces around here. A little bit of sneaking about via his insect constructs helped with that. He wasn't spying on any one necessarily. But he did like to be aware of who was living here, at least their faces.

It made him feel safer in a place that basically had an open door policy. Any number of new mutants could walk in and easily make this place home. It was a wonder that this place hadn't been over run yet. Or maybe it had in the past and the security got better...Too many thoughts for midnight, he really should concentrate on finishing what he started.