[ lorna's never been too well suited for playing along or blending in, even when she's actually put forth the effort in trying. for a girl with naturally green hair, often dipped in the darkest black dye she could get to hide the bright vibrant color, she'd always been cast as some kind of outsider looking to cause trouble, and eventually, she actually did come around to embracing that assumption.

fingers rubbing over the dark inked line across her neck, almost like she could feel it there ever since she'd spotted it early in a mirror at the medical lab, she reluctantly walks along the icy street, chill striking a bit of a high while she lacks the usual leather, metal-studded jacket to help cover up. instead, she's in some kind of paper gown, ass practically hanging out beneath, forcing her to keep tugging down at the bottom, holding it against her sides so it doesn't flap up with the breeze. ]

Alright, stop, stop, stop — [ with a groan, she pauses in her tracks, waving an arm to get the attention of her assigned tour guide. ] Look, let's cut the crap here, alright? I don't want to be here, and I can bet you a hot juicy cheeseburger that you don't either.

[ is food on her mind? well, she's cold and starving and her mouth would probably water at the thought if she wasn't sure her saliva would just freeze over. ]

Now, I am practically stark naked here, so how about you either just tell me where I can get some warm clothes that isn't straight out of a dumpster or at least let me skip this whole sex city tour garbage?

[ since she's been here, lorna's been on a wild chase for a good pair of steel-toed boots (often with the excuse, when asked, that she just wants a little protection in case she needs to kick someone's ass for putting their hands on her in this kink-starved city), but when that doesn't immediately come into fruition, she does get a little bit of excitement when finding the skating rink, being handed a rented pair of metal-lined skates.

it's the first here that her eyes seem to light up with a bit of genuine thrill, wasting no time in sliding them up on over her feet and making her way onto the ice.

the way she moves across the frozen surface is almost like magic, slides graceful and calculated, and if anyone could spot the bit of green glow in her fingers, they might see that it very much is, the metal of the skates moving less by her own feet and more by the control placed upon from her own focused power, especially when she kicks up and jumps across the ice — or rather, floats.

either someone who try to get her attention while she's moving along the ice, or they might catch her when she slows down, taking a break at the edge to take a seat, her mood clearly a bit brighter than it's been since she's arrived. ]

mutants — yes or no?