Shiro nodded as he took a long drag of his cigarette. Oh how much he loved alcohol and tobacco. He was so busy relaxing, he didn't notice the fidgity fellow int he corner. If he was about to attack someone, he would notice it since he had been in many a bar fight. "What are your abilities?" he asked as he took a gulp of his drink. "I just can produce plasma and see things in heat signature. It's very cool." He didn't like it at first, though. It took close to a year for him to accept what he was. It was all those years he spent with his mutant hating uncle.
As she spoke about Jean-Paul being protective of her, Shiro suddenly looked very sheepish. He couldn't deny he wasn't protective of his sister. In fact, just a few days ago, he had an argument with her over this. Slowly, he turned towards Aurora, and gave her a grin, "Ano... brothers have to do that for their sisters. It is in the job description, yes?" He flicked his cigarette into the ashtray. "Brothers know what guys think and they do not want another guy thinking that way about their sister." He sounded slightly defensive over that comment. "Poor, polar bear and seal. Nature is... cruel sometimes, yes?" He tilted his head to the side, "Who were you looking for?" He felt that if he continued to ask her questions, she wouldn't ask about him so much.