You're welcome, miss...? [ He lets the question dangle with a pointed look, waiting to find out the woman's name. As soon as she introduces herself, though, then they're on the move. Back out onto the street and striding through the now-sparse crowd, trying to make their way across the avenues and towards safety. The first subway station he tries to take them to, the status display tells them that all the lines are suspended. The first taxi which passes them, its light shows it's not taking passengers.
Then the second taxi passes. Then the third. They haven't seen a bus in a while, either. ]
Looks like we're hoofing it, [ Frank sighs. But he's a New Yorker; he's used to walking, it's fine. ] There's a diner near my place, open twenty-four hours, they ought to still be open now. You wanna camp out there and see if the trains get up and running again? You can keep track of it on your phone.
[ He's not offering up his apartment. Not just yet and not straight off the bat. That road goes both ways; the smart move is to stay in public spaces, no sane woman's gonna go home with a complete stranger in a situation like this, and he never lets anyone into his home besides. It's a security risk. (And for one, it'd be hard to explain all the guns and the stacks of ammo.) ]
[ The name feels foreign on her tongue when she gives it to him, like it belongs to someone else. And maybe it does — she's certainly not that naive little girl anymore. But it's safer to wear a mask, pretend to be someone who isn't just barely holding themself together, so she wraps it around herself like a suit of armor as they move through the streets and face one transportation disappointment after another. ]
Yeah, that— That sounds like a good plan.
[ She doesn't explain that she doesn't have a phone. He's already aware she has no money, adding no one on top of that might have him asking more questions she can't answer. No, there are bound to be other stranded souls passing time in the diner while waiting for the trains to start up again, so she'll just have to keep an ear out. And if they don't before they part ways...
Well, there are lots of shelters in a city this size. Or she could hole up in a public bathroom with a door that locks. Neither would be the worst place she's ended up in her life. After the lab, nothing else seems quite as bad.
She tries her best to keep up with him as they walk, though her stamina isn't what it used to be and she flags within the first few blocks. Pushing herself is the only option, though, so she keeps moving, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other and staying upright. ]
[ They're marching along in awkward, not-quite-companionable silence; he's only good at casual conversation when he specifically chooses to be. But Frank notices, after a while, that Marie's fallen quiet as she has to focus on keeping up with him, starting to work on catching her breath along those long avenues. Frank isn't that tall, but he has a quick, bullish kind of stride. So he slows down and eases up his pace.
Odd, for a woman who'd been so quick in a fight; he'd expected her to be in better shape. ]
You alright? That purple light didn't do anything to you?
[ Shit. She can't exactly explain about being out of shape due to having been imprisoned for years, nor is it really the time to get into the fighting training that had been brought back up to the surface because of the people she'd absorbed in the last 24 hours. So she just shakes her head, making the effort to even out her breathing a bit more, which is easier to do now that he's slowed down a little. ]
Just the adrenaline starting to wear off, y'know? I'll be okay.
[ She hates how easy it still is to lie, but it's the only way for her to survive. ]
[ Frank is innately paranoid and skeptical, but he doesn't have any reason to doubt her, so he tells himself to just swallow it for now. ]
You got any theories? About what it might be. [ His hands burrowed into the pockets of his jacket, shoulders squared in his jacket, he tilts his chin towards the sky: where it's still lit up in strange and eerie ways, mostly clustered around the south end of the island. He's glad they're not in the Financial District. Doesn't like whatever the hell is going on by the Statue of Liberty. ]
[ Internally, she flinches at the question, part of her wondering if he'd asked because he too assumes she had something to do with all of this. But the rational part of her mind reasons that there's no accusation in his tone and he wouldn't be nearly so pleasant if he did think this was somehow her fault. ]
Could be a lot of things. [ She's no scientist but she's seen more than enough in her time to hazard some potentially outlandish guesses, depending on what all this timeline has had to deal with. ] Aliens. Dimensional rifts... Giant robots?
[ The last comes out as more of a question than she'd like, but she's suddenly desperate to know. Are there sentinels here? Or anything like them? ]
What, like giant Transformers or something? Shit, that’ll be the day.
[ Frank huffs a gravelly laugh — she’s joking, surely — but a moment later, he seems to realise that that dangling question mark sounds far more tentative than he’d expected. And so he shoots her a glance askance, his brow furrowing as he considers it. ]
I mean, I guess it’s technically possible. We’ve had aliens. So who the fuck even knows anymore. Not lookin’ forward to seeing Godzilla and a robot duking it out in the Hudson one of these days, though. Seeing that kinda thing in-person just doesn't hit the same as it did in the cartoons when I was a kid.
[ Relief floods through her when he confirms that giant robots are, in fact, not a thing in this timeline. Not yet, anyway. Of all the things that could go wrong for her in this place, at least this one small thing went right. Maybe the universe isn't completely out to get her after all. ]
No, it really doesn't. [ She agrees with a quiet laugh of her own, only partially forced through her exhaustion. There's been a whole lot of stuff in her life that's been weirder than anything in the crazy Saturday morning cartoons that played while she was growing up, so she absolutely understands where he's coming from.
Now that they're having something resembling a conversation, Rogue shifts the topic over to her rescuer, saying the first thing that comes to mind. ]
You handled yourself pretty well back there, sugar. Were you in the service?
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Then the second taxi passes. Then the third. They haven't seen a bus in a while, either. ]
Looks like we're hoofing it, [ Frank sighs. But he's a New Yorker; he's used to walking, it's fine. ] There's a diner near my place, open twenty-four hours, they ought to still be open now. You wanna camp out there and see if the trains get up and running again? You can keep track of it on your phone.
[ He's not offering up his apartment. Not just yet and not straight off the bat. That road goes both ways; the smart move is to stay in public spaces, no sane woman's gonna go home with a complete stranger in a situation like this, and he never lets anyone into his home besides. It's a security risk. (And for one, it'd be hard to explain all the guns and the stacks of ammo.) ]
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[ The name feels foreign on her tongue when she gives it to him, like it belongs to someone else. And maybe it does — she's certainly not that naive little girl anymore. But it's safer to wear a mask, pretend to be someone who isn't just barely holding themself together, so she wraps it around herself like a suit of armor as they move through the streets and face one transportation disappointment after another. ]
Yeah, that— That sounds like a good plan.
[ She doesn't explain that she doesn't have a phone. He's already aware she has no money, adding no one on top of that might have him asking more questions she can't answer. No, there are bound to be other stranded souls passing time in the diner while waiting for the trains to start up again, so she'll just have to keep an ear out. And if they don't before they part ways...
Well, there are lots of shelters in a city this size. Or she could hole up in a public bathroom with a door that locks. Neither would be the worst place she's ended up in her life. After the lab, nothing else seems quite as bad.
She tries her best to keep up with him as they walk, though her stamina isn't what it used to be and she flags within the first few blocks. Pushing herself is the only option, though, so she keeps moving, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other and staying upright. ]
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Odd, for a woman who'd been so quick in a fight; he'd expected her to be in better shape. ]
You alright? That purple light didn't do anything to you?
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Just the adrenaline starting to wear off, y'know? I'll be okay.
[ She hates how easy it still is to lie, but it's the only way for her to survive. ]
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[ Frank is innately paranoid and skeptical, but he doesn't have any reason to doubt her, so he tells himself to just swallow it for now. ]
You got any theories? About what it might be. [ His hands burrowed into the pockets of his jacket, shoulders squared in his jacket, he tilts his chin towards the sky: where it's still lit up in strange and eerie ways, mostly clustered around the south end of the island. He's glad they're not in the Financial District. Doesn't like whatever the hell is going on by the Statue of Liberty. ]
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Could be a lot of things. [ She's no scientist but she's seen more than enough in her time to hazard some potentially outlandish guesses, depending on what all this timeline has had to deal with. ] Aliens. Dimensional rifts... Giant robots?
[ The last comes out as more of a question than she'd like, but she's suddenly desperate to know. Are there sentinels here? Or anything like them? ]
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[ Frank huffs a gravelly laugh — she’s joking, surely — but a moment later, he seems to realise that that dangling question mark sounds far more tentative than he’d expected. And so he shoots her a glance askance, his brow furrowing as he considers it. ]
I mean, I guess it’s technically possible. We’ve had aliens. So who the fuck even knows anymore. Not lookin’ forward to seeing Godzilla and a robot duking it out in the Hudson one of these days, though. Seeing that kinda thing in-person just doesn't hit the same as it did in the cartoons when I was a kid.
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No, it really doesn't. [ She agrees with a quiet laugh of her own, only partially forced through her exhaustion. There's been a whole lot of stuff in her life that's been weirder than anything in the crazy Saturday morning cartoons that played while she was growing up, so she absolutely understands where he's coming from.
Now that they're having something resembling a conversation, Rogue shifts the topic over to her rescuer, saying the first thing that comes to mind. ]
You handled yourself pretty well back there, sugar. Were you in the service?