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Well things exploded a bit more than he had expected, but it all got sorted out. Still, it was clear that there was going to be some friction here. At least he wasn't the only one that seemed to be ready to stomp that crap out. But so far he had met one person that seemed cool.
"Picking the conga was a bit of a surprise." Rebecca falls in line beside Mike as he joins her, the ruckus from earlier having died down. She chuckles a little as she remembers the conga-dancing robots.
"Definitely makes a first impression." Her hands are in her pockets again, taking up as little space as possible as they walk. She's more relaxed now that there are fewer people around, and Mike not acting like a pompous ass earlier was a big plus.
He noted that she seemed to shrink whenever he gets kind of close to her so he made it a point to give her a few feet of space. Far be it from him to go invading her space for no reason.
"Yeah, not really what I expected. Though it was kind of nice to see so many people willing to jump in. Makes me feel better about working with these people. Ya know?"
Rebecca does indeed seem more relaxed when she doesn't have to worry about them possibly colliding. She's well covered, sure, but accidents happen and she doesn't know Mike all that well. Better than anyone else for now, though. She nods at his comment, remembering how he went into the scuffle with the others.
"Yeah. Most of them seem like they'll have our backs." A couple looked more like they were more likely to push you in front of the danger, but she held back that observation for now.
"Really?" She tilts her head to the side, curious now. Not that she thinks he's lying, but the word "soul" caught her attention. That coudl be really good or really dangerous.
She lets him get his glow on before nodding, a hint of a smile showing as she removes her gloved hands from her pockets. She rotates her shoulders, letting the bones pop and msucles stretch before taking a punch at his upper left arm.
Well shit, son. Rebecca shakes her hand as it stings with her grin still in place. She couldn't really say for certain what she expected of other metas, but it wasn't this.
"Nice, and fair enough." She lets her hands slip back into their usual place with another nod. "I think we've had enough things busted up on the first day without adding me to the list."
His question evokes a startled laughter that isn't exactly joyful. "I don't know that I'd call it a gift." She shakes her head and nods in the direction of the door. "Let's go outside and I can show you."
She does! Once they're outside, Rebecca looks around the campus lawn, squinting against the sunlight until she finds what she's looking for. Walking over to the remains of a plant, she positions herself so that Mike can see what she's doing and peels off one of her gloves, just enough so that the base of her palm is exposed.
With a quick, deft motion, she reaches out and snags a leaf, breaking it off from the plant so she doesn't kill it off entirely. She holds up her hand, letting him see how the long foliage begins to turn, then wither and curl in on itself. Once it's done, she pulls her glove back into place.
"Pretty much," She drops the leaf to the ground and shakes her head. It would be safe as mulch. At least he was honest about it and not telling God had a plan or anything like that. She'd heard that nonsense before.
"If it's organic, I can kill it. Not so good against robots, though." She wiggles her fingers at him. "Gloves and everything else." A grimace as she recalls the taste of food, if you could call it that.
Toto, you're not in Kansas anymore. She can see he's expecting the line already and does him a solid by not saying anything. He respected her personal space, after all.
"I feel ya." She makes a face and gestures to the city beyond Paradigm's gates, away from Mike. It's the first full gesture she's done since she arrived, but it's also fairly open space.
"Big dreams for a rusted out town that's too stubborn to die. Illinois."
"Nah. Small hicktown. Business moved to a bigger city and we got left behind." She shrugs and looks over to Chicago. "Chicago makes me think of the big dreams they had for it, though."
"Industry. Lots of it." She pauses, remembering some of the things the townsfolk talked about. "They wanted to revive it and make it a big cultural center. Good schools, good hospitals, the whole thing. It was okay for a bit, but died out before I was born. It just sort of exists now." Her words were a touch factual, like she'd read it in a history book or heard it several times, but no nostalgia. It sounded more like pain.
"Guess you could call it a ghost town. I was glad when we moved." Enough talking about herself! She looks to Mike again, curious. "So are you the only meta in your family?"