The illusion held, purring obstinately at him while he poked it, solid and warm as a real cat. After a few seconds, Regan dismissed it, and shrugged.
She had no idea how to make friends--she was accustomed to dealing with non-mutants, and just taking what she wanted from them. Here, she had to use every bit of her skills in charm and manipulation to make up for where she couldn't use illusion. Problem was, Regan wasn't very good at being genuinely nice.
"Shall we go?" She said, putting her hands in her pockets and keeping her illusions to herself--for now.