Reyna frowned as the little girl climbed up on the ledge, but the elder girl didn’t seem to want to stop her. They were multiple stories up. But then again, Reyna remembered sitting with Darcy on the edge of a cliff, kicking their feet as they stood on what felt like the edge of the world. How exhilerating it was. And how Reyna knew that she’d protect Darcy if she fell. This was a house of freaks mutants like her. Maybe they didn’t need to fear heights either. “Reyna. Nice to meet you too.”

Isla finally seems to acknowledge Reyna, looking up at her and then her mom. She wasn’t very good at talking to strangers who were older than her, but that’s because where she and her mom came from wasn’t a very nice place. Opi notices her hesitance and smiles, picking Isla up off the ledge and balancing her on her hip even though she was quickly becoming too tall to be carried this way. “How are you liking it so far? A bit stuffy, yeah? It’s like... Wow... But stuffy.”

Reyna could see that the young woman was surprised to see her up here. That she was not supposed to be here. Reyna was prepared to defend herself, or deflect, only the other never asked her why she was here. “Oh. Okay.” She was caught kind of off guard by it all. “Yeah. Arrived yesterday.” She shoved her hands in her pockets and shrugged. “Why?”

“Hey! I’m pretty sure you’re not meant to be up here,” Reyna told the little kid–probably about seven years old–that had just burst up onto the roof. That was the whole reason Reyna was up here; it seemed to be out of bounds and so it was less likely she’d be interrupted. As she was ignored, Reyna sighed and got up, ushering the kid away from the edge. The door opened again to show a young woman, about Reyna’s age. “Is she with you?” she asked, nodding to the little girl.