John had ignored the screaming cashier as the man had run out of the store, shouting about how he was going to call the police. He had been entirely too focused on his fire, as he cradled it lovingly in his palm. The last few months for him had been hell, not being able to use his powers for fear of activating the virus and further worsening his conditioning.
But now Legacy was gone and John felt a weight lift off his shoulders. For a few minutes, he could forget where he was and the mutant-human issues he was probably further igniting by using his power so openly. He wasn't aware quite yet that this wasn't his world. All he knew was that he had pulled a resurrection trick much like Jean Grey had done and that he was alive. Because hell? Hell wouldn't have given him his ability back. He was pretty sure he would have been up on the rack, being tortured for all of eternity for his many, many crimes.
So for just awhile, he forgot his surroundings and the people that were screaming and running out of the store. All he could do was focus on taking his fireball and making it grow. Maybe he would would set this place on fire... Just because he saw the error of his Brotherhood ways, didn't mean he was all that great of a guy. John was still John and that meant he was bit of an asshole when it came to property damage.
Just as he was deciding on yes, yes he should definitely set this place on fire, a voice called out to him just as he felt another heat source. He peered up in the direction of the voice, and where he felt the other fire, and was only slightly surprised to see the tall blonde woman standing there with a fire of her own. Or who he thought was a woman anyway.
"Sweetheart, we're mutants and if the baselines don't like it, they can suck on my big, fat-" Sirens interrupted John before he could finish describing exactly what the humans could do with their mouths. Red and blue lights could be seen flashing from the outside, though the police didn't yet make a move to rush into the store. Realizing that they were the only two left in the 7-11, he sighed and extinguished his fire with a thought, before reaching over mentally and doing the same to the woman's with a wink. John was bit of a dick like that and no one could accuse him of not being a showoff. "We should sneak out the back," he said, gesturing toward the door that probably led to an employee break room and, hopefully, an exit. "Before they start shooting, anyway."