...And blinking, step into the sun.

[knownallbyheart]

Hermione Granger is in a cafeteria within the Kashtta. She is surrounded by books, papers, and quills. Despite the fact that the sheer volume of books and paperwork combined more than outweighs/outsize her by three times, everything appears to be fairly organized. She is taking notes quickly and efficiently, and she's occasionally pushing her

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[omnomnomface]

Here's the thing about Trin: she has no sense of subtlety. Or of decorum. So when she sees Rogue? Her first act of concern is to hurry over to her and throw up her hands.

"What happened?" she demands. "What did you do to that dress?"

Trin is a big appreciator of pretty things. To see them destroyed is, for her, very very sad.

Also, she has no tact. Whoops.

[touchme_n_die]

Rogue doesn't really do subtle, or at least not well. Subtle is for folks like her Mama. She appreciates straight-forward, although she's a bit caught off-guard.

She looks down at the dress and smooths her once-white gloves over the full skirt. It smears even more blackened goop over the fabric.

"I picked somethin' kinda big on up and it spilled on me," she says with a shrug. "I've gotten out of the habit of wearin' ..." She bats at the skirt again. "...this kinda thing."

[omnomnomface]

Oh, Trin does straight-forward. She doesn't really know how to do anything else. Literally.

She makes a big wincing face as Rogue smears more stuff over her dress.

"Oh man. What did you pick up? 'Cause... I mean. It kind of looks like you've got a lost cause there. I mean. We could TRY, but I have a feeling that anything strong enough to take the stains out will also, like. Dissolve that skirt."

Because yes, apparently today's mission is dedicated to helping Rogue save her skirt. That's just how Trin rolls.

[touchme_n_die]

Rogue notes that wincing face and stops the smearing process, altogether. For now. She'll probably start up again without realizing it.

'What did you pick up?'

"A cement mixer truck," she says with a smile. It's entirely true, but she's sure it'll be taken as a joke. That's just fine, too. She glances down at what, surely, is a lost cause. "It's engine grease mostly, and some tar."

She looks up at Trinity again and smiles. "I don't think there's anythin' that gets tar out. I'm Rogue, by the way."

[omnomnomface]

"YOU PICKED UP A CEMENT MIXER TRUCK?!?!?"

Trin is kind of a literal person.

"Oh my god. That's really impressive. Like, really really totally impressive. I don't think I could do that, not when I'm not furry at least. Just. WOW. I take back what I said, ruining a dress is TOTALLY worth doing that. It's awesome."

Trin beams back. "Trinity McFasater, but you can just call me Trin. Everyone does. Well, mostly people don't refer to me by my name ever, but that's okay. You can call me Trin!"

[touchme_n_die]

That works, too.

"I did," Rogue confirms. "Had my Wheaties and all." She doesn't blink when Trinity mentions being furry, either, though she wonders what she means. She won't ask, mind you. Rogue's all for being upfront, but she's not big on the prying.

She grins when the other woman goes on. She can't say Trinity reminds her of anyone, because she doesn't, but she seems really outgoing. That's always a nice thing.

"It's nice to meet you, Trin." As she's dirty, she doesn't offer a gloved hand for a shake. She gives the woman a little wave, instead.

[omnomnomface]

Trin basically goes bug-eyed.

"DUDE. Clearly I gotta start eating me some Wheaties. Or something. 'Cause I totally want to do things like that. Maybe I should just start eating breakfast in general--that's good for you, I've heard. I mean. Scientists and shit said so, so." She shrugs.

Trin responds to the wave by doing a fairly intense little wave right back. "It's nice to meet you too! Like, totally. You go out one day and then you come back and WHAT DO YOU KNOW, you've got a friend!"

Yes, apparently Rogue's now officially a 'friend'. Trin's special in that way.

[touchme_n_die]

Rogue grins and bobs her head to the side. "Part of it's me bein' a mutant, too, I'd reckon. But, I think breakfast's a good idea, in general." She'll shrug too. "All the scientists I've known have been pretty clever, so if they're sayin' it, it's probably true." It's voiced almost as a question, though.

Clever, clearly, does not equal awesome to Rogue. There are certainly more important qualities.

Her grin moves to a beam, now.

"What do you know," she repeats, though a little more toned down. Rogue isn't one who'll ever turn down a new friend. "I'd say that's the gist of it, yeah. It's gone from a kinda sucky day to a good one. So, thanks."

[omnomnomface]

Trin blinks. "You're a mutant?" She doesn't really know what that means, except within the context of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles... which means she doesn't really know what that means. "That's awesome! So Wheaties are like. Um." She has no idea what she's saying, and besides, there are more important things to think about.

"You know scientists? DUDE. You're like, super-connected. I don't know any scientists--I don't think at least, I mean, I could know them and just not know it, you know? Man. I mean, I figure scientists must be pretty smart--I know I'm not, but someone's gotta be--so. Um. Yeah." She smiles.

Trin practically blushes at the thanks. "Aw gee, it's nothing. I just. Y'know. It's awesome, meeting people and stuff."

She has ALL the conversational skills. All of them.

[touchme_n_die]

"I am," she says agreeably. It's not something she ever hid in Westchester; it's nothing she ever plans to hide here. "They're...not as good as Frosted Flakes?"

Rogue smiles back. Trinity seems really full of life, which isn't a bad thing, certainly. She has a feeling it'll take a bit to keep up with her, but that's all right. "I was super-connected. Not so much anymore, but that's all right. I'm makin' new friends all the time, yeah?"

She'll just nod, again agreeably. "Always awesome." Rogue's conversational skills aren't the finest honed in the world, but she's got a few. "I live over at the Kashtta," she says, pointing off in a direction that might be toward the tower, but probably isn't. Rogue doesn't really pay attention to silly things like that, not when she can just fly overhead and take a look-see later. "But, if you're not embarrassed to be seen in public with a filthy ragamuffin like me, we could go get a milkshake or somethin'. Like...a friend meetin' tradition, all new and started up fancy