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Rianne was so getting into the moves, which only egged the Scot on more with the actions. Every weird thrust and awkward leg movement all came out on time, even the looks on her face matched the movie. This was so much damn fun.

Grinning as the heel pushed her back, transferring it into the momentum for hers moves, this was her turf. She might not be the best dancer, but a musicians natural timing and hours of watching musicals like this saw her through. Gave a good performance for the gathered, mostly drunk mass as well, which only boosted her enjoyment levels. Making people happy was so awesome.

Pretending to crawl up some stairs and, if she was being honest, checking out Rianne in the process, "You're the on that I want," slipped out a little out of accent. Hard to argue with how good she looked on stage, and how well she was moving. She must have had some training in the past, right?

Catch her? Probably, she was stronger than she looked.

"Go for, I can hold you for long enough." Sure she might not lift huge amounts, but she had a pretty high level of fitness, and had been combat training for about four years. This she could do.

Readying her muscles and waiting for the jump, this would be such an amazing end to the set. The energy in the room was just so perfect for it.

Apparently, four years of intense combat training worked. Who knew? At least neither of hers had taken any particularly nasty injuries and a quick check proved to her they were happily snoring away. Good, she wasn't a fan of hurting people at the best of times, killing a couple of poor sods just doing their jobs would have really rubbed her the wrong way.

Smiling as she stood back up, Seraph was so damn cute all the time. Cait didn't know if there was ever a point the younger team member had been grumpy. Becca wasn't quite rubbing off on her yet. More ways than one though, since she'd forgotten about the sixth guy, Cait being halfway to throwing a knife before he was slammed back by some fairly familiar energy beams. Don't mess with momma bear. "Awesome shot, boss. Don't think he's going to be up for a while."

Awww, it was so adorable watching their fearless leader trying to play both roles at once. A little bit of leaders chastisement followed by mothers pride was a very interesting combination. Raine was going to be so jealous when they got back to base.

Cleaning up their carnage a little, hiding the bodies from the casual observer, she followed the others into the building, trying to keep at least one eye out for any camera's or unseen guards waiting to pounce. "Want me to take out camera's along the way?" Seemed like a good idea to her, but Becca was the lead on this and it was her call.

She was so looking forward to getting out of this uniform. She didn't need the constant reminder of all her highschool complex's, no matter how silly they were.

Was anyone safe from Becca's evil eyes? Now a janitor was laid out and the boss lady was stripping. Twice in one night she'd stripped down with another person present and it hadn't led to anything fun. Didn't seem right somehow.

What did feel right, was the familiar texture of her uniform. The uniform always helped her get into the right mindset. When she wore it, she really knew she was a member of the X-men. She belonged. Slapping her mask on, she raised an eyebrow at Becca. "If it was me I'd say records room. It's probably less well guarded and while, yes, it'll take longer to search, we're not dealing with setting of a computers automated security thingies." Technology wasn't her strongest point.

Grinning as she rummaged in the bottom of the bag, she removed the two steel knives she had packed for the mission. The knives completed her, made her way useful on long term missions. Generally, she preferred using her power as little as possible, to save energy and for more pragmatic reasons. The knives she could make were sharp. Really sharp. Like kill a man by accident sharp. Having something real in her hands was definitely more comfortable.

Giving them a few experimental spins, smiling at the perfect balance, she sheathed them at her side. "Wouldn't the security station be a good first call though? Surely they'll have maps of the facility there and we might even be able to knock out the cameras wile we're at it." Cait wasn't a natural planner, but a few years of working with the other, more experienced X's had rubbed off on her.

"You got any ideas Seraph? Can't hurt to get more options on the table."

Supporting her and moving slowly towards his door, they were soon in his very living room. "I'll grab what I need, sinks over there to wash up," he added motioning towards the small kitchen space. Thank god for private student accommodation. It easily looked like just another tiny New York apartment.

Grabbing the med kit he kept well stocked, along with some surgical gloves and suture kit, he was glad he kept the place spotless. Considering his own health issues, it wasn't exactly a surprise he made sure to have his home be clean and mostly bacteria free. Setting it all on his coffee table and giving his own hands a good scrub with soap, it seemed that everything needing to be done, was.

"Well then what would you prefer we deal with first? The hand might be an issue but if you want my suggestion, the burns are the pressing issue." Getting them properly treated and bandaged would give Xavia some measure of relief. "I've also got a half decent dryer, if you want to dry your skirt off. I've spare track suit bottoms you can borrow if need be." In any other instance, that might come across as a pretty lame chat up line. The note of concern in his voice hopefully made his motives obvious.

In his element? Apparently he was, as weird as it sounded to him. When he'd really gotten into the need to study, getting away from a noisy environment hadn't really been an option. Now he was just used to it, most times he couldn't study unless there was at least some sort of background noise to stop him getting distracted.

She worked at a school, that was interesting. A little sad too, that schools needed security nowadays. Artair was starting to realise just how bad things were for children in America when they needed guarding in one of the few places they should be safe. Well, looking at Jack, he one she worked at would be pretty safe. Not many people would mess with a seven foot tall shrimp person. "Aye, cannae argue with that. Kids are pretty amazing, all things considered." He might grumble about Sarah, but he genuinely loved the time he spent with her.

"Can be a handful though. Thanks to one particular one, I've got to find a way to get a tour of the X mansion for her. Somehow." She was way too curious for him to handle and had an annoying tendency to say just the wrong thing for the right reasons. It was cute when she obsessed over his accent though and he couldn't blame her for wanting to know more about the world. He was kind of the same way.

Shaking away the thoughts, he returned his attention to Jack. "But that's my problem, shouldn't be bothering you with it." Didn't seem right to unload some of his burdens on a stranger, even one as interesting as this. 

Journey didn't take long, thank god for that. Burns were some of the worst things doctors dealt with and not just because of the pain they caused. As they pulled up he was halfway to getting his money by the time Xavia had already paid. Artair preferred to pay if he was the on to call the cab, just seemed polite to him. He'd argue any other time, especially given that the situation was his fault, but it wasn't it time for it now.

Helping her out the cab and thanking the cab driver, he directed her towards the lobby door. "Good news is, while I live on the 6th floor, the lifts working again. Won't have to hobble up the stairs." It had only taken four months to get it up and running after the last breakage. Record time if his neighbours were to be believed.

The lift ride was, awkward to say the least. The rosey fragrance was particularly strong in the confined space and it was pretty hard not to think about it now that he'd noticed it. Fortunately for him, his upbringing kicked in and sheer politeness stopped him mentioning it. "I know it hurts, but we're pretty much there. Not much further."

"I'm sure I'll somehow live knowing about your brave sacrifice on that front," she joked, happy to be spending a good time with someone new. "If the night continues I might have to start on the scotch though, if just to keep up. Beer just wouldn't have the kick." So many of her friends had learned how high her tolerance could really get, especially the ones that kept trying to drink her under the table. It was cute in a way, but it's hard to argue with a Scottish constitution.

This, would be epic. Karaoke was good. Karaoke with songs from old musicals, a bad American accent and all the movies from the show was amazing. "I'm more than happy to be Travolta. Guy could pull of a pair of skinny jeans." 

Taking the mic, she returned the grin. "That's exactly the plan. It just isn't Grease without the awkward moves." Before the music could start, she got the barman to throw her the coat she'd come in with. The flair was definitely needed for the song. She just hoped she could get it back at the end of their performance. 

Dramatically turning with the music and putting on a surprised face she started the show, "Sandy!?" Rianne miming the actions only spurred her on, got her more into the act. Stripping off the coat she'd only just put back on, flicking it into the crowd and singing, "I've got chills..."

God she loved musicals. The campy songs and over the top dancing was just pure fun. Hoping she wasn't too bad, or miss stepping too often, she just enjoyed it, even dropping her voice a bit.