Madelyne lifted the menu, glancing down at it for a moment before peaking out over it to watch Jack. Looking away when his eyes met hers, a grin she couldn't control barely hidden by the plastic covered cloth.
"That sounds interesting. There are Aliens from where I come from, but most of them want to take over Earth... or eat it. There's this one alien named Galactus, and he tried eating our planet. But the Fantastic Four stopped him. The Fantastic Four are superheros that weren't born different, just got in a bad accident that left them with powers. So they're celebrated by the masses instead of run out of town. Like the fact that they couldn't control how they got their abilities is any different than being born that way. We couldn't control it either," She sighed, and though her words were bitter, her tone was not. She simply seemed more sad and hurt than angry over it.
Smiling again and looking for a change of subject, she inched her foot up his leg a little, "So what did you do before coming here. I told you I was a pilot in training..."
Madelyne set the menu down and leaned forward, chin resting in her palms.