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"If I could feel anything I'm sure I'd feel better than I had earlier," Westlyn murmured, looking over at him with a sigh. Multiple things were running through her mind. Most were questions about her friends, but they probably wouldn't answer those even if she bribed them. Instead she sat up and yawned, messing up her hair slightly in the process. She hoped innocent and cute would work, but that might not work on Cole. Since he was an older gentlemen he'd be more experienced with women... maybe.. She pulled herself from the bed and stood, only to wobble in both reality and in her acting. "Why are they helping me?" she asked, using the bed as a prop to hold herself straight. Her amber eyes flickered to his before pulling away as if in embarasment, which it was in a sense. "Why am I not caged up like the rest of the mutants?" Westlyn put on her best scared face without overdoing it. She had to be a good actor for modeling and right now it was paying off. She looked as if she was about to burst into tears but was holding it in. She waited for an answer, swaying slightly.