The article she read was one of a drug company whose research labs were mainly out of New York City. They were looking to refine what the original cure had been. It seemed they were going to give Worthington Industries a run for their money and try to do better than a shot that wore off unexpectedly after seven years. What they were working on was a pill, something you took every day like birth control. Only instead of stopping procreation, it would stop powers. For a twenty-four hour period. At least that was the end goal. Fascinating.
She was moving now, the girl was, walking her bicycle over closer to his table. When her question came, he raised a gray wiry brow and lowered the paper enough to look over the top of it at her. "Something tells me that you already know my name." It was too weird to just say it. For some reason it felt wrong, like it was too big a lie to have his name pass her lips as an introduction of herself. Like pretending she was Xavier in every other way was not too big of a lie.
"Where have you come from, dear one?" The paper was folded now, put aside on the table. The little girl had his full attention. "Would you care to join me? You can leave your bicycle right there and no one will take it." The smile he offered her was tired but reassuring. "It's all right," he told her softly. "I'm not going to hurt you."