“For… making you feel threatened. I guess.” James never thought he was a threatening person, in fact he was more metrosexual then the average man walking around and being clad in what he was walking around it was a wonder he wasn’t mugged in New York. In his world of fashion, which wasn’t limitted he had found the X-buckle usually signified mutant, and he wasn’t about to come out and ask ‘hey are you a mutant’ but the skepticism was still there.
“It’s no big.” Alison explained with a dismissive wave of her hand, it was partially her own fault for being so jumpy–who could really blame her? She kept on expecting some giant celestial world eater to descend from the skies and consume the whole planet, but maybe that was just her imagination running amok again. She pushed herself up off the curb until she was in a standing position, “I’m Alison.” She greeted, her voice dropping the nerve that was previously there.
