Lestat rolled his eyes behind their unnecessary sunglasses, leaning on the brick behind him. The nonchalant pose he'd been assuming was kept; one leg was bent and touched the wall, the other was out in front of him. He'd been doing his favorite thing: people watching.
He knew he'd met someone like her before. Someone with the last name Summers. Or Grey. Something to do with a phoenix.
But he could be mistaken. That was the problem with the Mind Gift. If he hadn't met that girl, he felt like he did.
"The original type of mutant, I suppose," he said, smirking a little.