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Suzi is still not outside. Whistler may come down later, and she meant what she said about preferring not to be out in huge crowds without him. So she's curled up on the end of the couch with a spread of snacks to lure people in for a conversation and a book for when nobody's biting.

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"The nagers would give me a headache." And that wouldn't be any fun at all. "I've never flown, you need more ID to fly in Whistler's world."

Raven looks puzzled for a moment.

"ID?"

He tilts his head, blinking.

"It is machines, then?"

"Yes." firmly. Very, very firmly, "Machines. I don't have magic." And doesn't want any, either.

Raven would certainly not offer to give it to her.

Well, not permanently. Still.

"They are noisy, I think."

He makes a face.

"Also close."

"I like trains." She says quietly, smiling one of those sorts of smiles.

Raven tilts his head a little farther, looking very curious, indeed.

"They are the ones that go very fast?"

Possibly they are not thinking about the same kinds of trains.

"The ones with cars you can have sex in." At least she clears things up quickly, "Amtrak."

Raven looks startled.

"They are often limited so?"

Why?

"Some of them have private rooms. That's the kind that Whistler and I get." Because, obviously, they're biologic. Very, very biologic.

"Privacy is often very good, yes."

Raven grins.

"Also because often the lack of same leads to other people screaming. Or so I have heard."

That...just gets a confused look, really. She doesn't understand.

Raven blinks.

"Most people are not often wanting to see other people having sex?"

At least not where they aren't expecting it.

Raven does not understand that.

Not quite.

"Oh." She shrugs, "Baselines are weird." It's one of her answers to nearly everything.

Raven blinks again.

"That is possibly another way of saying 'people', yes?"

This is one sentiment that Raven definitely would not dispute.

"Normal, non-mutated, humans." She informs him, "I'm Sime, Whistler is Gen, Rachel is a mutant, Sergeant Wells is a werewolf, Bill Pardy is a baseline."

"Ah. It is categories, then."

Raven is often very bad with those.

"Uh huh." She agrees.

He rubs at the corner of his eye, smiling a little.

"Mostly I am bad with details, perhaps."

"That's alright." She says quietly, "Everyone has their own strengths."

He beams, then.

"That is very true, I think. Also not a thing to forget."

He tries very hard not to, at least.

Usually it works.

"Uh huh." She tends not to. Being, as she is, a channel...it's hard to avoid remembering what other people can do.

"I am better at it, I think, than I was."

To some degree.

It is not so bad a change.

"I...think I met you once before." She says after a moment, frowning slightl, "So I don't know you well enough to judge."

Raven nods, nose wrinkling.

"Snap judgements are not always so good a thing. Though on occasion they are very entertaining."

Raven is not always picky, really. Or discriminating.

"I'm a channel. My biology is geared toward helping people break physical addictions which can kill them. Snap is not a judgment I make."