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X slips in through the back door, body tensed warily as she picks her way through the crowd.

She settles a little after obtaining soup and a soda. Food has a way of doing that.

So, too, does findinga decent vantage point and noting her surroundings.

Old habits die very hard.

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[preserver_lewis]

Lewis has obtained a chilled martini, with just the faintest touch of vermouth added to the excellent gin, and a single green olive on the side. He settles down to enjoy his drink, scanning his surroundings idly, when--

God Apollo, that young woman has sharp metal things in her hands.

She isn't a cyborg, clearly, but perhaps some kind of Company experiment? Lewis, for whom curiosity is a besetting sin, approaches her and raises his glass in a toast. "Good evening," he says in Cinema Standard English.

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X looks up at him, body tensed as if to spring.

Other than that she doesn't move.

"Hello."

Something about him is--off. Give her a moment.

[preserver_lewis]

She's quite pretty, too. Lewis's eyes widen, and he gives the young woman a courtly smile and bow. "Lewis, at your service, ma'am."

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"I do not want your service."

X studies him warily. It's an odd look for a sixteen year old girl.

"And I am not a ma'am."

Beat.

"I am X-23."

[cant_kim]

She's not the only one watching the bar -- though Kim's probably noting different things than she is, from her spot by the fire.

On one glance around the room, her eye catches X's; she looks away quickly, but can't help another glance at her, wary and assessing.

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X looks back, gaze level and calm--at least to all appearances.

She is not sure why the other girl has chosen to be a transvestite, but, well--X has spent a lot of time in New York City.

"Hello."

[cant_kim]

Kim eyes her, not a little suspicious, but nods. "Hallo."

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"You are new here?"

X is betting not, as the girl's scent is not entirely new.

But it isn't familiar either. Not really.

[not_a_horse]

Across the room, a cloud-white equine turns her head to regard the young woman with a bright blue gaze.

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X stiffens slightly, and looks back.

She has not had much experience with horses.

It shows.

[not_a_horse]

::Do not be frightened,:: she projects. ::I don't mean you any harm.::

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X does not flinch, but she moves to stand, legs shifting to give her a stable position.

The voice in her head is nothing at all like Miss Frost's.

"Who are you?"