"Oh, I'm very particular abou' me tea and coffees, mate." She said with a bit of a laugh, walking with him towards wherever it was they were heading, seeing as he now was a little wary on the actual direction. "Havin' a cuppa is 'portant in Scotland. Most o' Europe, really." She snickered. "So far, I haven' had much luck with the coffee an' tea places in tha streets within a few blocks o' Seagram." She was severely disappointed by a country that seem so driven on coffee, that it tasted so damn terrible. But that's just how it was. America had a weird view of what tasted good. And to think, they all cringe about Haggis...
He inquired as to what kinds of questions she would have for him and she smirked and put a finger to her nose. "All in good time, sir." She replied, though she was just being silly. "I want ta know more 'bout America. I want ta know more 'bout -" For this, she lowered her voice, "-mutants." She sighed. "Wut kind o' abilities I'll be seein. Wut kinds a things we can all do." She was so, so naive in that area. A well educated woman, really, with all sorts of abilities outside of her own mutation. She could fix your car, your bedside table, anything electrical in your house, probably fix something in your computer that needed fixing. She was a general all handyman.
"I 'ave no' had proper cheesecake, no." She answered his only other question and smiled to herself. She kept her joy down, doing her best to keep herself from glowing.