Adelaide swung her long tan legs lightly as she stared out at everyone through the thick curtain of her blonde hair. She could honestly say she'd never felt so alone, a foreign land and not a friendly face in sight. All she had to say for herself was that she was alive, she'd made it out of this battle unscathed at least. Adelaide had been prepared this time, never able to truly trust that she'd ever be safe again after the massacre in Paris.
Hoping that Jamal would show his stupid face so she could stop worrying so much, Adelaide hoped to blend into the background until she knew whether he was amongst the living. It was hard for her to remain out there, her nerves were rattled and so were everyone elses and they scraped against the empath's psyche like nails on a chalkboard. Their fear and confusion made her sick, Adelaide had enough of it on her own without having to take on these people's...these practical stranger's emotions. Some of them thought that she'd be different, kind and sweet...what their idea of empathy was. Yet to her it was like an open wound that everyone poured salt into.
Tugging lightly at her now blood-caked dress she grimaced to herself. It was her own blood, still warm and the sixteen year old knew that she'd have to have it sewn up all over again. And people wondered why the young blonde was always sullen or surly. Addie was always getting shot at and then hastily patched together like a ragdoll. Any other pincushion had to feel the same.
Sensing something that was completely different than the rest of the group's psyche she looked up with interest and confusion as the red figure floated gently to the ground in front of her, perhaps thirty feet away. The figure was a void, perhaps in shock or perhaps capable of blocking her powers. Curiosity was something that had always plagued Addie and feeling no immediate threat from the kneeling man she slowly approached him as one would a wounded animal.
"Everything is okay, you're fine." She said softly to him, unsure if her persuasion would even work on him as she came to a stop in front of the man. A man she recognized faintly as Eric Lensherr Jr., the smell of coagulating blood that covered him was overwhelming and slightly nauseating. Crouching down on her knees in front of Prodigal she did her best to meet his gaze, to do her best to gauge what was going on within him.
"I think we need help over here." Adelaide called loudly over her shoulder before turning her attention back to the man who was currently staring through her as if she weren't even there. He was strangely fascinating, a macabre super hero brought to life. Whatever he'd done, or been through it had apparently been quite the destructive scene for him to be as covered in blood as he was and Adelaide wanted to know what it was.
"What happened to you, Eric? Who does this blood belong to?" She asked softly before others could arrive, her voice exuding comfort and warmth. The empath didn't know if he'd feel it or not but it couldn't hurt. Reaching out a small hand to touch the tips of her fingers to the thick blood that encased Prodigal she stopped short of actually touching him. "Tell me it's human and not mutant." Adelaide finished, her hatred for humanity shining through brightly for a moment.