Some of her luggage had never arrived. The airline was convinced it had, and yet... where was it? She still had the tags, and she still had nothing. Granted, it was not some of her most important things. It was just some of her clothes. And how important were clothes? Having placed a call to interpol, she had yelled, well she did not yell since if she did, that would be very bad. So she had sternly explained that her clothes had not made it, and that if she had not had to fly public, none of this would happen.

So she was in New York, spending money that was not hers. Which was perfectly fine by her since they were responsible for the loss of her things. The thing was, she was not the biggest fan of shopping, and since most of her things were provided... she was a little lost to where to go, what to buy. Let alone how to convert European sizes to American.

She found a bench in front of a very stylish shop, and was sitting there, pouting. She was irritated, and well... she wanted her old comfortable clothes back.

Shopping was definitely a chore for Myles rather than a pleasure, which made him the same as most other men. There were certain exceptions, such as browsing through bookshops. Myles was looking forward to that pleasure, searching for some new reading matter and only regretful he couldn't be there right now. Unfortunately he was in rather more urgent need of some new clothes. The reason was simple enough, shifting into the larger and bulkier werewolf form tended to shred most clothing he was wearing. He was learning the trick of buying in larger sizes but until he learnt proper control, accidents could happen.

Things were made a little more awkward by well-meaning assistants, Myles actually pleasantly surprised by how helpful some seemed to be. Perhaps they took pity on him, noticing his mild confusion and his glasses. It was too much hassle trying to explain things and in the end he more or less gave up the struggle. After acquiring a couple of shirts and a decent pair of trousers, he decided to give up for the moment, settle for these purchases and escape in search of a bookshop. An hour or so might even restore his courage enough to venture back in, if his funds hadn't run out with the purchase of books. So long as he managed to get everything back to the mansion he wasn't too bothered.

With a distinctly downcast expression he finally staggered out of the shop, weighed down by mental exhaustion far more than the lightweight carrier he clutched in one hand. Finding the bench he sank down in it, with a deep sigh, glancing around and then noticing the young woman. "Ah sorry...forgetting my manners. I should have asked first...do you mind if I sit here?" Myles frowned, not sure if he actually recognised her from somewhere.

She looked up and saw someone she thought she recognised. Ah yes, Myles. She had not yet been properly introduced, she had not been at the school long enough. A week as it was. So when he apologised she shook her head, the Irish coming out a little heavier as she was quite tired.

"Och no.. Please.. sit. Yae look as knackered as I feel." She really hated shopping. She had some sort of defect because didn't all women like to shop? Give her credit though, she did like nice things, she just hated having to go and choose. Plus where were the thrift shoppes here? Everything was new, and what was the fun in breaking in a new pair of levi's?

"You're Myles.. right?" She asked, looking at him.

ooc: sorry so short. It takes me a bit to get novel like with Siryn since she is still relatively new and I am still feeling her out.

He was relieved when she didn't immediately ask him to move, at the same time a little annoyed he automatically assumed she might be angry. He was tired and more than a little stressed from his shopping, making it easy to fall back into the same old routine. Not wanting to get himself in another bout of self flagellation he listened as the young woman spoke, her Irish accent thick but definitely pleasant to listen to. Myles was also sure now that he did recognise her, someone having arrived about a week ago who was Irish. If he could just place a name then he would be getting somewhere.

Trying to relax a little now that she'd confirmed she didn't mind him sitting down, Myles searched his memory for the elusive name. It would have been easier if he'd been shifted, scents more easily discerned than faces. There was still that possibility that she was a stranger as well, Myles knowing enough to be careful around normal humans. Particularly when he needed to watch that he didn't shift with the very least of his worries being screams of panic. That seemed unlikely though when she asked his name.

"Yes I'm Myles. Sometimes I look a little different," he nodded as he spoke. More than likely she might have seen him when he was shifted, being a little more gregarious then. With that thought the name occurred to him, "And you're...Theresa yes? The young woman who came over from Ireland last week." Feeling a little happier now he'd got that sorted out, Myles wondered how she was settling in. She looked more than a little tired and stressed herself, though he wasn't sure if that would have been from shopping. Settling into a new country would take a while and New York itself could get a little overwhelming even if you lived there. Though it could have been the shopping, there were exceptions to every rule and not every woman might enjoy it.

OOC: I'm very sorry it's taken me this long to get a reply up. Hope this one is okay.

There was plenty of room on the bench for the two of them. He seemed to have a bag or so; she herself, did not. She had gotten so flustered at the last salesgirl. Apparently she could not understand a word she was saying, standing there giving her a blank look. She she had handed the girl the jeans she had been trying to find a smaller size for, and she walked out. Without a word. She had to keep her temper because if she did not.. there would be a great deal of noise.. things would break.. and she definitely did not have the money to replace a shop full of plate glass. Plus that would NOT be good for her first week. Arrested for getting angry.

She smiled at him. " Yes I Have seen you around. Mostly. I suppose I am still trying to get my feet wet." She had done a danger session... to see exactly where she was at. Since her powers were evolving, it was good to test to see what needed improvement, what she was strongest at. And of course the training she had gone through with Interpol. She was an ace there.

The smile got a little bigger. Yeah. Teri. And yeah. though I thought the accent gave that away." She was glad someone was talking to her. It had been a little awkward coming tot he school, not really as a student.... not as faculty. She was kind of in that in-between spot for the moment.

It was going to be a little easier now that they'd both established that they did know each other and more importantly knew each others names. Myles felt he could perhaps relax a little now and let his nerves settle. She was a mutant like him and would understand the concern you could feel about your powers. He wasn't exactly sure what hers entailed but he did know that most had to be careful to keep them a secret. In his case it was the need to keep calm or he would shift into something out of a horror movie. He looked back at her, returning the smile although he might seem a little shy still.

"Yes..I know I'll need to practise. Just trying to build up the courage," Myles did feel a little ashamed about that, knowing it was something he needed to do but not able to shake off the dread he felt. Maybe it would be less traumatic than a voluntary shift and perhaps easier to be able to turn himself back. Trouble was he knew he'd have to get himself angry enough or frightened enough to shift, probably by dredging up some bad memories. He'd heard about the Danger Room sessions, knew there wouldn't be too great a chance that he'd hurt someone else but he still would find it hard to let go of that worry. The longer he left it though the more difficult it would probably be in the end.

"Yes, well the scruffy appearance probably gave it away in my case," Myles nodded, privately thinking that her accent was actually quite pleasant and not at all difficult to discern. Some shop assistants, well he could imagine she might have had a few problems with some of the less...patient. "I suppose it must feel a little awkward at first. It has been for me...well I'm 22. Bit old for a student but not really a teacher and still got some learning to do. Just a case of finding out where you fit in."

She smiled and nodded. It was true, they all needed to practise. She had a great deal under her belt so to speak. But she had also just found out a few other things that she could do. Every day it seemed her powers were evolving with each new situation. Flight, now that was something she really needed to master. She sometimes wished that she had someone to help her. But... she doubted that.

Laughing softly, she said. "Well I have seen worse. Trying living with a bunch of men and women who have spent three days in the mud and the cold of Wales. Scruffy... no.. you are rather pleasant to look at." Her accent was typical of the Irish accent. The lilt of the voice which made everything sound like a song. The ups and downs of the pronounced words. She understood now when people would look at her, well the males of the species. They would look at her and get all dreamy eyed. Quite annoying. Such as was her red hair, which she had died because she was sick and tired of all the attention of being a token Red Haired Irishwoman.

Shaking her head. "Oh yes. I truly do understand. I am on loan form the crown, so yeah. I fit into that neither student nor staff category. Bit of a bother really since I do not think they know what to do with us."

Her accent was pleasant to listen to, Myles wondering what it would be like to hear when he was in his lupine state. Sounds were so much clearer and sharper that he could only really imagine, finding it hard to recall the different sensory experiences once he had shifted back. Perhaps he would find her voice soothing to listen to, perhaps know what an angel would sound like. She was certainly pleasant to look at and if Myles was inclined that way he might be a little dreamy-eyed right now. As it was he took a moment to recover from slightly flushing and looking down at his boots.

"Ermm, if you think so. I sometimes look a little different though," Myles did try and be cautious, enough to know that in public you couldn't really tell who might be listening. Telling someone that you were a werewolf would probably just result in funny looks but the last thing he wanted was to feel any more selfconscious. Fortunately though he was a little distracted as she told him she was on loan from the crown. That was interesting and combined with her earlier statement made him wonder just what she had been involved in. Perhaps he would get the chance to ask her later.

"Yes it is a bother. Still it's something you have to get used to. I've had to...", Myles left it at that. It was true in a way if he thought back over his life. His father had never really seemed to know what to do with him and he'd usually felt he was on the outside looking in at everyone else. He'd gotten used to it but he didn't necessarily find it got much easier as time went on.

She waved her hand back and forth. Nothing to worry about. As long as you are looking the way you are now.. " He seemed like he worried a little about his looks, and when he glanced at his boots, she wondered what that was for., It wasn't like she was this supermodel. She was just Therese Rourke, Teri. Siryn to those she worked with.

She mock pouted. "well then I am sorry to hear that. We might have to do something to remedy that now won't we? What shall we do?" She was open for a bit of anything. Something preferably exciting. And not this... I can't understand you because you have an accent type thing that she had already been through. She was tired of that.

Standing, she offered him her hand. "Come on... let's have ourselves some fun. You want to play prospected car buyers? That's always good for a laught. So it potential flat owners."

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