Blending in is just the first step to settling in.

[ he reminds her of the older kids in alleytown and the kids she grew up with when she was one of them, all of them just trying to survive. strays recognize their own and selina recognizes that little, missing spark within him. it's a detail to file away for later, maybe. something to put in the mental bank until it's useful or relevant.

she maintains that blasé, couldn't-care-less demeanor, still playing with the necklaces laid out in front of her. she combs her fingers through them, straightening them. ]

I don't know, this is a little low on the scale of weird shit I've experienced? I'm certainly not thrilled about being here, but I can only pout about going home for so long.