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When Elle enters through the front door today, her shoulder-length hair is rather messy and disheveled again, but her stance is loose, and her steps swing with a childish sort of way, like she's half-dancing to some silent rhythm. Today, she has on black slacks and a dark blue sleeveless top, as well as small earrings, studs with steel backs and light blue gems, the product of some of her fellows' late-night messing with their powers.

Without pause, she heads to the bar, not paying too much attention to the room's current decor, until she has swipe a few Legos from her stool and place them on the bar top instead. She's just about to order some coffee when the vidscreen comes up.

Elle had always ignored it before. But she was different now, and maybe unfortunately for her, in this moment, she'd let that part of her that was still incurably curious about the world take over her mind. So she stares down at the screen for quite a while, no outward indication of what she must be thinking.

(Really, it's something like: I wonder what happens if…)

And then, she reaches out, and touches the screen.

A moment later, Elle is gone.

[OOC: Plot-locked, because we're being weirdos. Sorry!]

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X considers this.

"You could be a renegade."

Beat.

"I think there was a movie. About that. Psylocke likes to complain about it."

But hopefully there would not be a bomb on Elle's bus.

"I don't think that would help."

She starts tilting the passenger seat back again.

"It'd be better to steal a car."

"The maneuverability would be higher, too. For a car."

It's pretty much agreement.

And, as if it is time to demonstrate Elle's maneuverability, X presses down harder on the gas and darts around the car in front of them, slipping into the comparatively small space just behind the next car down the line.

A bus could never have managed.

And as she's smaller than most other cars (take that, cars that can't produce their own energy), she can maneuver better than most anything else on the road.

(Unfortunately, ElleCar is not for sale.)

However, at the moment what's coming from the radio is rather distinct giggling.

(X does not find this at all unfortunate. She would feel the same about an indestructable XCar, as well.)

And if X is not quite built for laughing, most of the time --

At least here, with no one else watching, she can let her expression settle into what passes for her natural version of a smile.

It counts for a lot.

One would think a car wouldn't be built for laughing either - but apparently even as a car Elle will find what she likes.

"We should do that more."

X blinks. Twice.

"Cut people off? In traffic."

It is not a terrible pastime, really. Not like this, at least.

"Move quickly."

Beat. "And to the side."

So, basically, yes.

"Okay."

And then --

"I will be careful not to draw the attention of police."

And here they go again!

Yes, being in a high-speed chase would likely end badly for Elle.

Though given the speeds she can hits and close turns and direction changes she's willing to make, you wouldn't know she had any fear of crashing.

X appreciates this.

It means they get to do the kinds of things that other adrenaline-junkies might describe as 'fun'.

X just thinks of them as sensible practice for the future.

For Elle - well, in this particular iteration as a car, there's something not quite but very close to the sense of the wind blowing over one's skin, cool and perfumed with salt, and a kind of power she couldn't have as a human. Some days it would definitely be nice if she could run very fast without ever exhausting.

She'll count this as one of those days.