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Whoever this b---- was, he was going to make her pay. He was at the end of his very short temper after today's events, now he just wanted to hurt something, preferably something actually involved in his suffering. If the officer hadn't shouted at him and pulled him out from outright blood lust, he'd have missed the plan. As long as she was sure she could catch him, he'd have to trust her. Didn't really have many options anyway, it was go time. The blue fist flying past him was just the distraction he needed.

Pulling out a caestus and pouring a large amount of energy into it, he slammed it straight across her jaw. Not his best hit but considering the fact he didn't have any solid footing, he was rather happy with the results. The green toothed woman spun drunkenly away from him and he would have been so close to celebrating, if his stomach didn't suddenly lurch as gravity reasserted itself and he started to fall. This was going to hurt.

OK, the feeling was weird. He was still falling, faster than he really liked, but it wasn't at a broken bones speed, more like a few nasty bruises kind of velocity. Either way it wasn't a long fall, between one blink and the next the ground was slamming into his back and knocking the wind out of his lungs.

That, that had hurt. A lot. It was like someone had beaten him a big stick all over his body. Felt so damn good though, since pain at least meant he wasn't dead, yet anyway. Groaning while he pulled himself up and checked himself over for any breaks, the officer had actually done it. Christ that had been amazing. "Nice catch lass, nowt broken and only a load of bruises to show for it." Glancing up, he wasn't sure if the woman had been knocked out, her body still spinning idly in the air.

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How dare he! How dare the filthy Scot hurt his dear beautiful Jenny. He would pay, he would burn when the rat got out of these cuffs and away from the carnage. Oh he had such plans for the redhead, he would hunt the man, squirrel out his secrets and play such fun tricks with them.

'Can you hear me lovely, did the bad man rattled your beautiful mind?' he cast out towards her, still confident the bond between them was strong. Sending along his plan, hoping she would get away, he started to work his magic, working the cuffs loose while slowly moving away from the scene, glad for his smaller size for once. It was easy to be noticed when you weren't at eye level. 

She was already excited about today, music and friendship was awesome. But now it was serious, there were hugs! This day had just gone from a ten to an eleven, and they hadn't even started. "Great to hear, and of course you can, I'm a hugger myself so you don't really need to ask in the future. If you want a hug just go for it." Putting her instruments down for better hugability and holding out her arms towards the other woman, "So cool to meet someone else who loves them as well. Had to wear down to many of my friends to get ones out of them."

With the important business out of the way, and her snuggle reserves topped up to full again, it was music making time. "Is there anything you'd specifically like to try or do want to do more free flowing stuff? I'm up for anything, honestly but I do have some sheet music if you want to take a look." Cait had spent a lot of time hunting out all sorts of music, some from online, others from old books. A few she had even tried to write out herself, but those attempts hadn't quite been successful.

While most of her experience had been with fairly structured playing, but she was quite interested to try 'jamming'. Her dad had told her often about folk bands back home coming together in a pub to just play together, inventing music with the aid of a little whiskey and a lot of good company. He'd often lamented not being able to expose her to that part of her culture growing up. Well, now she was doing it all herself.

Help her? It was possible but he was hardly a doctor yet and his training was no where near complete. Choosing not to get any more spring rolls and just getting the few leftovers he had boxed up, he listened intently to her explanation.

The wound did look nasty, ragged almost, which matched her description of how it happened. "Don't know how much help I'd be but I'll do what I can. If need be I could give you a couple of names of people I trust, good people." Artair knew his emergency medicine lecturer would bend over backwards to help anyone, mutant or not. Better yet, he was a good person. Giving her a warm smile, "I tend to try not do bad things, what with the 'DO no harm' oath and all that."

"That aside, how long ago did this happen and how long was it bleeding for?" Best to get an understanding of what he was dealing with. "Also, if you work up at the mansion could Doc not take a look at it? Don't mean to make assumptions or anything, he just strikes me as a good person to bring this to." He didn't know her history with the mansion, or if she had tried Doc already, but saying it and it not being needed was better than keeping quiet with something important.

OK, maybe she had been a little over eager setting off so early, but she wasn't about to let New York buses make her late for this. Getting to play instruments with Ambrosia was too exciting a prospect for public transport to mess it up. Playing music was one of the true pleasures of life to her, being able to share that with others was even better.

Making sure to get enough sunscreen on, as well as carrying a spare bottle just in case, she had dithered over whether to take her violin or guitar, instead settling on both. They might have been bulky and taken up a spare seat on the bus, but she could ignore the evil looks today. It was just way to nice to let them put a dampener on her day. Today there was music to play, sunshine to enjoy and good company to enjoy. Nothing could ruin her mood now. Especially not the grumps of the world.

Arriving and deciding to grab some food before they played, she found herself wandering through the park having a lovely sandwich. Passing a tree, she was so glad she'd been paying attention, spotting Ambrosia under the branches of a large tree. "Ambrosia!" she shouted, waving and walking up to her, "How are you!"

"I'd be lying if I wasn't tempted by the offer. Maybe the next time I'm up at the mansion I could swing by. if you're not busy of course." Learning more about people's mutations had always been so fascinating to him. Now that he wanted to be a doctor, it only made sense to know as much as possible, so he was better equipped to treating a mutant's injuries.

Weird as it might be, he was glad he had an excuse to talk to Xavia. She was an interesting conversational partner, certainly more grown up than most of the people he met. "Aye, that's true I suppose. Prejudice always find a way in, gets its hooks in. Differences are so easy to see, sometimes they forgot our similarities."

Artair should be surprised by the us and them mentality, but it was hardly new to him. "Well, for every bigot nowadays there seem to be three people ready to shout them down. Cannae be all bad for us anymore if that's the case."

"I've heard they're very confidence boosting to wear, not that I'd know. Not really the kind of thing I'm comfortable wearing." She'd never been able to explain her issues with really girly clothes like dresses and corsets. Tight jeans she felt fine in and getting under someones clothes she was all for, but somehow dresses made her feel more naked than, well being naked. "I know an amazonian super hero or two and trust me, you have them beat in a corset any day of the week," she teased.

It did feel odd having someone say they respected her. Logically she knew some people did, but hearing it said somehow made it more real. Punching him lightly on the arm at his joke, "I'm worried about what kind of reputation I'm getting here Mal. Don't you know I'm the childlike, naive member of the team," she finished, putting on a very innocent look.

Cait was, shocked. No one had ever said that to her. The fact it was coming from an empath made it strike home. Her emotions already threatening to well over, him enveloping her in a hug just broke the dam. She just started to cry. It was so stupid, she wasn't sad or upset, just too happy to really process it all. Rather than try, she just hugged him back.

Finally wresting her emotions back into some semblance of normalcy, she pulled back from him. "I.....I'm sorry. Got a bit overwhelmed there." Not that she needed to explain to him, even if he wasn't an empath, a crying girl was usually a good hint. "God that came out of nowhere," she laughed between sobs, "Can't believe I just cried like that, although it's probably good no one walked in."

Charity do's where always great fun to do. People loved being there, they always had a great vibe and as a bonus, they did so much good for the causes they supported. "You have my information and I'm sure we would we be able to do it. As long as we have enough notice it's more than doable." Some charities had tried to pay them for their time, but it didn't feel right to take it. They were just happy to help. That and organisers tended to ply them with free food anyway.

"Oh I will, trust me on that. I can't wait to hang out with you as well." New friends were so fun! She was also really looking forward having someone else to play music with, and hang out, maybe even learn some dancing.

Checking the time and knowing she'd already spent a little too much time here anyways and she was sure Ambrosia didn't have all day just to talk to her. "I should probably get these actually bought, before it looks like I'm a very indecisive shoplifter." She also really needed to check out those Gaelic books.

Browsing through the books, a smile broke through at one regarding Cait Sith. It was just too perfect. "I just have to, considering the name." Everything together was a little more than she'd hoped, but today had been more than worth the cost.

"It's been so great to meet you. Next time we definitely need instruments."