Baby It's Cold Outside ... (cont'd)
Scott laughed at the expression on her face as she looked him over, and he lifted the visor of his helmet. "Uh, just a second." He looked around, and saw there was no longer any kind of group, just a few New Yorkers moving around, none paying much attention to Scott, or this girl, but a few noticing his motorcycle.
He got off of it, and took a step closer to her, for more private speech. "I'm not asking you to play for me. I just need to tell you something. I saw you... gleaming... from nearly a block away. So, I doubled back to meet you. We're alike in a way, I think."
He did not want to just bust out with the term 'mutant'. A lot of people with apparently mutations had no idea that was what they were. "I'm a part of a group of people who do things like that. I can do things like that. Look at my eyeglasses."
Scott took a chance, since nobody was really looking at him, and let the intensity of his eye beams flash behind his red lenses, so she would see the flare of his eyes for an instant. "If you'd like, I can take you to a place where you can meet others, here in the city. I'm meeting them at a club in Harlem. I'm singing there tonight."