New York -- Abandoned Lower Level Under the 42nd Street Station -- Manhattan. Monday Afternoon.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma had warned Jack to wear something he didn't mind getting a bit dirty in, but she didn't bother to confirm his suspicions, even after they'd slipped past a grate and down a tunnel, eventually taking a labyrinth set of twists, turns, and ladders.

It wasn't that she didn't trust Jack. It was just what you did down here.

"Hank?" she eventually called, stepping from a tunnel into a space that was actually brightly lit and clean. "I brought a friend, like you said I could."

Well, he'd said 'bring that boy sometime,' but close enough.

[OOC: NFB, for the person with her.]

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[icecoldfrost]

Emma shrugged imperceptibly. <<He'd been watching me for awhile, apparently. He'd seen me once, twice, three times, and then started looking for me. He liked what he saw, and wanted to be friends.>>

<<We made a deal. I'd help him remember everything he'd lost, and he would protect me. But I protect him, too. He can't help the way he is; how he looks or his odd bits or any of that. I won't let him get in trouble for helping me.>>

[bitten_notshy]

<<I'm not about to call the police>>, Jack replied firmly. <<Just friends? Why?>>

[icecoldfrost]

<<It's Hank, who knows why?>> she replied. <<He said he liked how I 'dodged the hard times' like him, and wanted to be friends. I don't know if he even realized I was a telepath at first."