Lana jerked a bit, almond shaped coffee eyes going wide. For a split second she was reminded of every animal she had ever encountered since she hit puberty. They had only met her with distrust, unease, and defensive hostility. And what the hell had she ever tried to do to them? Nothing other than help them or pet them. The funny thing was that this time that hostility was coming from a human, an mutant, and not a furry little beast. Three guesses what her power is… The Hawaiian femme thought bitterly.

There was a difference, though. This one apologized and that made everything better. Too bad the pretty blond claimed she wasn’t sure why she had reacted that way, Lana would have liked to know why animals disliked her so passionately. A soft chuckle left her lips at the red-head’s reaction to it all, though. That made things even better. Lana wasn’t a sadist or anything, she just enjoyed playful banter. A small smile played at the corners of her lips. “All is well. Believe it or not I get that reaction a lot, though, normally from the furrier species. And don’t worry. A small shock isn’t going to frighten me off.”

The darker mutant tensed a little at her power being asked about, but she quickly relaxed again. These people were mutants, too. She didn’t have to hide her own mutation any longer. They wouldn’t jump up and grab her to feed her to the registration police, so she needn’t fear that any more. “I… uh…” How does a person explain a power like this when they only ever had to once in their life. “I guess I charge this specific energy in different objects. It something touches them or vice versa, or if they sit around for a period of time they end up exploding.” And Nikita was a shape-shifter, basically what Lana had figured.

Lana took note that Mag seemed to be in charge of the kitchens and decided to keep on her good side. If the woman was really head chef she didn’t want on her bad side. The food she had tasted here was exquisite. No need to change that in the slightest. Also, she thought one of her roomies had told her about how the head chef was the strongest person on board. Yet another reason to keep Mag as a friend.

When Mag returned Lana found herself admiring the beauty of the other woman. She really knew what suited her best it seemed. Then again, Nikita seemed to know as well. She nearly laughed aloud when a thought swept through her mind that mutants must be, along with their power, all beautiful with great fashion sense. She hadn’t exactly seen an unattractive mutant yet. Then again, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. As she did a little spin for she and Nikita, Lana grinned. “You look great, Mag. No need to change.”