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"Okay," she says, offering the other girl a smile in return. "Well, if you need anything, please let me know. I’m not sure I’ll be able to help much, but…" Blair shrugs, her smile growing sheepish, "…I’ll try my best." She realizes, after a slight delay, that she hasn’t introduced herself yet. Her mothers would have chided her about that, but she’s always had the tendency to get lost in a conversation before introductions are made. "I’m Blair, by the way."

Katherine grins at the girl, because it's a rarity to meet someone whose so kind for the sake of being kind. It's refreshing, and she finds herself letting her guard down just a little bit more in the brunette's presence. "I'll keep that in mind, thanks." Katherine has her pride and doesn't like admitting to needing help, but she also knows when it's the smart thing to do -- and it wouldn't be bad at all to have someone on her side. "I'm Katherine. It's nice to meet you, Blair."

Her brow knits in concern and the corner of her lip pulls down into a sympathetic frown. “I’m sorry to hear that.” The girl in front of her seems a little overwhelmed; Blair’s surprised she hasn’t sensed any emotional pulses radiating off of her. “Would some tea help? I’m sure the kitchen keep some in stock.”

"I've never been much of an herbal fan. I used to live off coffee when I was younger. Tea was too subtle, and it seemed I always had a million things to do. Now I can't even think about all that caffeine, I'd go haywire..." She trails off, realizing she's rambling and things are venturing into too personal territory for someone she's just met. "I'll be fine. I just need to rest for awhile." Katherine assures, smiling to put the girl at ease, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"Sorry," she apologized with a wince. She could sense the slightest hint of fear in the air between and she immediately felt guilty for being the one who induced it. "Not usually, no. I’m really sorry."

"It's fine, I'm just a bit frazzled." Katherine says, letting out a light sigh. "It's been a long day." She still isn't used to the routine yet, or everything it entails. And truth be told, physical training is kicking her ass. A 5'3, petite girl is not meant to try and kick the head off of someone, even if it's nothing more than a training dummy.

"That's... interesting. I don't think you'll be escaping from here though; they've probably thought well ahead in case some of the mutants were inclined to it. And death would defeat the point. At least, we can't die yet. We haven't achieved our purpose."

"Filled with an arse kicking or two, yeah."

"All this training is a bitch, but it's better than us getting our asses kicked on the field. Besides, no one can rely on their mutation to be of use all of the time. I'm sure it'll get better the more we get used to it."

"Sounds good." Carefully enunciating— "Katherine.”

She ignores any sass that she might be picking up in the way he says her name, because it might just all be in her imagination anyway, and she doesn't want to pick a useless fight. Katherine steps out through the door he holds open, careful to avoid any physical contact with Elliot as she smooths out the skirt of her dress, keeping her hands down by her side. She's already been outside a few times and knows the way easily as she leads down the corridors, keeping a leisurely pace so as to not let Elliot fall behind. "You weren't at the mixer, were you? I don't remember seeing you."

"I don't know what thought is more frightening; that there's an omnipotent figure up there that created and controls everything... or that there isn't, and it really is just us. Neither seem like very pleasant options, when you think about it."

"I don't know what I believe anymore. Do you?"

You can still have a simple life, you know. If that’s really what you want. When this is all over you could shack up with some human and be boring forever. 

"I really doubt that. Do you think they'll just let us go when we're done here? Even if we are free, it will never be like it was before. Someone will always be watching. I wouldn't put it past them to implant someone in our lives just to keep tabs on us."

You expect me to run and sweat? Lift weights?!

"What else were you expecting, exactly?"

So much negativity.. Does no one else realize that we have the chance to do something good?

"It would probably help if most here weren't forced into this. But I agree. We have a shot to make a difference and help, that not everyone does."

"I have to say, some coffee and chocolate sounds well deserved now"

"Long day?"

Fuck it, burn it down. Normal sucks and I bet it’d be real pretty.

"I think I'd give just about anything for that normal life. I had it, once. It was nice. Simple."

—- sorry, what?

"Conrad Gessner. He's the man that invented the pencil. And according to The Bible, Adam named all the animals -- and reptiles. That's if you believe in that, though. Otherwise, who knows."