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Myla kept to herself on one side of the room as she finished getting ready. Once her helmet was on, she checked to make sure the metal halo was fastened and everything was in its place. As she lowered her arms, she could feel the soreness and tugging of the stitches in her side. The corner of her mouth twitched ever so slightly as she withheld a wince. To be fair, her whole body was sore. But she had to be cognizant of her left side and try her best not to raise her arm higher than her shoulder if she could help it.
There were moments where Myla was thankful she was blind. This was one of them. She'd be tempted to stare at Kane until he felt the urge to fill the silence. But she could also feel his lingering gaze. It was hard to describe. How could a blind person know when someone was staring at them? Call it a sixth sense. It was no different than how another person felt, she just had no way of knowing beyond intuition. But she felt it.
Part of a conversation about a flattering X-men costume filled the silence. Was that something people wanted? An attractive super suit? Myla never really thought of it before. The whole concept of looking attractive was lost on her. She had no idea if she was pretty or not and wouldn't have the faintest idea of what would be considered beautiful... in a visual sense. But somehow it still made her a bit self conscious. Without thought, her hands mindless ran over the practical pieces of her suit. Minimal skin was visible and nearly half of it was reinforced with padding or kevlar. She didn't know much, but she doubted what she wore was considered appealing.
Lost in thought, her hand gently felt around her sore side, placing slight pressure. Myla didn't notice Lexa approached her until she spoke up. "You will have to accept your money because $200 is way more than I have paid for my entire closet combined. You look like you've recovered well, so that's great!"
"Tip top shape."Myla's hand slowly fell from her side as she put on her best smile. She had learned how to hide her injuries quite well. She'd be fine. Nothing that a little time wouldn't fix. She then sighed softly. It seemed no one was able to accept money where it was due. She noticed the money she gave Kane had mysteriously returned to her bag when she rifled through it that morning. And now Lexa wished the same. "Let me replace them at least? I'm sure we could find some down time tomorrow. There's gotta be a mall or something not too far from here."
More alert, Myla could sense Lexa shifting. Her whole body turned to face in the general direction of where Kane stood in silence. "I didn't think he was going to be back."
Myla busied her hands, checking the straps and belts of her suit. She did anything to make her body language read as though the conversation was casual and it didn't bother her. While, in truth, the same thought plagued her mind. Why did he return? Why was he there? From her recollection, Kane hadn't introduced himself to anyone. No one had an idea where he came from or who he was affiliated with. Nothing. He was an enigma, that under all other circumstances, she'd assume cared about no one but himself... But he saved her? It didn't add up.
She sighed softly. "Me neither," Myla agreed as she dug her gloves out of her pockets. "Your guess is as good as mine." Unlike her father's, her gloves were fingerless. She liked having her extra sensory abilities at her fingertips... literally. Touch was very important to how Myla functioned without sight. She relied on it far more than her father. Thin fabric was enough to muffle the sensation. So she opted for none in lieu of the extra protection.
Why was Kane there? Myla's mind circled back around to it. She couldn't shake the question. He didn't say anything about his return, not that he owed her anything. But something more than running into him in the elevator would have been nice. She was like a deer in headlights, yet he was the one who's heart was racing. None of it made sense. She just wanted answers but she was being met with more vagueness.
The sound of a throat clearing caught her attention. It was quiet, probably not loud enough for everyone to hear it but she did. Myla turned her body in the direction of the sound, giving them her undivided attention. She might not be able to look people in the eyes, but she always made sure to show she was attentive through her body language. "Hey. Hi. I'm Theodore Grayson, Theo. Nightstar."
Someone new? He must have arrived while she was gone with Kane... Or perhaps in the night. Rather than keeping the man standing there awkwardly, Myla took it upon herself to initiate an introduction. Maybe it'd be enough to get her mind off of the deafening silent man that she was all too aware of. She stopped a few feet shy of Theo and extended her right hand toward him. "Hello. I'm Myla Murdock. Uh... Hell's Angel, if that matters. Although I'm sure you haven't heard of me. But you might know of my father, Daredevil." After their hand shake she gave a friendly smile.
There wasn't much else she could offer and she figured she should move out of the way for others to introduce themselves. Before she stepped back, Myla held up her index finger to request one more moment. "I'm also blind... There's no real delicate way to share that," she laughed awkwardly. "Just figured it was pertinent information."
There were moments where Myla was thankful she was blind. This was one of them. She'd be tempted to stare at Kane until he felt the urge to fill the silence. But she could also feel his lingering gaze. It was hard to describe. How could a blind person know when someone was staring at them? Call it a sixth sense. It was no different than how another person felt, she just had no way of knowing beyond intuition. But she felt it.
Part of a conversation about a flattering X-men costume filled the silence. Was that something people wanted? An attractive super suit? Myla never really thought of it before. The whole concept of looking attractive was lost on her. She had no idea if she was pretty or not and wouldn't have the faintest idea of what would be considered beautiful... in a visual sense. But somehow it still made her a bit self conscious. Without thought, her hands mindless ran over the practical pieces of her suit. Minimal skin was visible and nearly half of it was reinforced with padding or kevlar. She didn't know much, but she doubted what she wore was considered appealing.
Lost in thought, her hand gently felt around her sore side, placing slight pressure. Myla didn't notice Lexa approached her until she spoke up. "You will have to accept your money because $200 is way more than I have paid for my entire closet combined. You look like you've recovered well, so that's great!"
"Tip top shape."Myla's hand slowly fell from her side as she put on her best smile. She had learned how to hide her injuries quite well. She'd be fine. Nothing that a little time wouldn't fix. She then sighed softly. It seemed no one was able to accept money where it was due. She noticed the money she gave Kane had mysteriously returned to her bag when she rifled through it that morning. And now Lexa wished the same. "Let me replace them at least? I'm sure we could find some down time tomorrow. There's gotta be a mall or something not too far from here."
More alert, Myla could sense Lexa shifting. Her whole body turned to face in the general direction of where Kane stood in silence. "I didn't think he was going to be back."
Myla busied her hands, checking the straps and belts of her suit. She did anything to make her body language read as though the conversation was casual and it didn't bother her. While, in truth, the same thought plagued her mind. Why did he return? Why was he there? From her recollection, Kane hadn't introduced himself to anyone. No one had an idea where he came from or who he was affiliated with. Nothing. He was an enigma, that under all other circumstances, she'd assume cared about no one but himself... But he saved her? It didn't add up.
She sighed softly. "Me neither," Myla agreed as she dug her gloves out of her pockets. "Your guess is as good as mine." Unlike her father's, her gloves were fingerless. She liked having her extra sensory abilities at her fingertips... literally. Touch was very important to how Myla functioned without sight. She relied on it far more than her father. Thin fabric was enough to muffle the sensation. So she opted for none in lieu of the extra protection.
Why was Kane there? Myla's mind circled back around to it. She couldn't shake the question. He didn't say anything about his return, not that he owed her anything. But something more than running into him in the elevator would have been nice. She was like a deer in headlights, yet he was the one who's heart was racing. None of it made sense. She just wanted answers but she was being met with more vagueness.
The sound of a throat clearing caught her attention. It was quiet, probably not loud enough for everyone to hear it but she did. Myla turned her body in the direction of the sound, giving them her undivided attention. She might not be able to look people in the eyes, but she always made sure to show she was attentive through her body language. "Hey. Hi. I'm Theodore Grayson, Theo. Nightstar."
Someone new? He must have arrived while she was gone with Kane... Or perhaps in the night. Rather than keeping the man standing there awkwardly, Myla took it upon herself to initiate an introduction. Maybe it'd be enough to get her mind off of the deafening silent man that she was all too aware of. She stopped a few feet shy of Theo and extended her right hand toward him. "Hello. I'm Myla Murdock. Uh... Hell's Angel, if that matters. Although I'm sure you haven't heard of me. But you might know of my father, Daredevil." After their hand shake she gave a friendly smile.
There wasn't much else she could offer and she figured she should move out of the way for others to introduce themselves. Before she stepped back, Myla held up her index finger to request one more moment. "I'm also blind... There's no real delicate way to share that," she laughed awkwardly. "Just figured it was pertinent information."