Samantha had found him, the Parisian mutant runaway. She had found him by hissing at him. She’d ‘caught’ him by offering him food. #LetAdrienEat2k50 Now, stepping him away from the others, since it looked like that one guy was going to have a meltdown and the wings of lightbeams was just freaky, Adrien lets Samantha pull him down the sidewalk a bit. For the moment, things are calmer, so he takes a bite of his savory crepe. It’s not his favorite — preferring the sweet variety — but, food is food.
“You.. were’t coming back to… lock me away or something? You were.. I mean. Maybe just… what’s going on?” he finally asks, because confused Chat is confused.
“No, I wasn’t returning to lock you away. I was returning to make sure you had food, and to suggest that you voluntarily meet with my colleagues about why you left Paris so abruptly.” Samantha lets the young man lead them away from the crepe truck — and the others — seemingly at random. After all, she can call a taxi at any time. There’s always one nearby.
“… I’m sorry then, for causing you trouble,” he says, rather politely given the earlier cat-hissing going on. “But.. who are your colleagues? You had said something about… ” his head shakes again, not wanting to remember what had greeted him. “I had to leave. That’s all I really want to say about it.
“No, it’s fine. Really. You just met my colleagues, actually. Though I suspect no one had a good first impression there.” Samantha does ping for a taxi then, as a discussion of who they all are is likely better done when seated. And that crepe would likely also be easier to eat when not actively walking.
The taxi shows up a prompt thirty seconds later, and this time she gets in first, giving the young man the choice this time to trust her or not. She won’t judge. But also won’t promise that the others won’t suspect him of being Hydra if he choose to not trust them.
“I.. I did?” Adrien asks, green eyes wide as he looks over his shoulder. It’s in those few seconds that the taxi shows up and Samantha is giving him the choice. he’s silent, weighing his options, weighing the disturbing memories against the picturesque life against this cold unwelcoming future-world. He sighs and moves to get into the taxi, trusting this woman and his own ability to bring down part of the building if he needs to bolt for it. Maybe, he’ll get a few good meals first. And as he settles into the taxi, Adrien takes a bite of the crepe.
“I’ll tell you more about them when we’re someplace a bit less .. prone to eavesdropping.” Perhaps a bit surprisingly, Samantha directs the taxi back to the apartment. She’s fairly certain that Ian at the very least needs a bit of time to settle, and Jericho now having had a good look at the young man’s face will likely have better luck than she did with finding out more about him. Thus, giving the others time to do those things, and the young man here time to calm himself and decide if he wants to speak with SHIELD or not. If he chooses no, she’ll at least direct him to the Institute, where hopefully they can help him based on the fact that he’s a mutant.
Inside the apartment, she settles at the small dining table and once again gives Adrien the freedom to choose to do as he wishes. Though she’s hoping curiosity will drive him to ask her more about her ‘colleagues’.
You do know what they say about cats and curiosity…
“Who do you work for?”
Let’s just hope this doesn’t kill him, hmm?
Samantha Carter says “I work for SHIELD — the Strategic Homeland Intervention and Logistics Division. Though I suppose that moniker is rather outdated. So does Dr. Cailean Simmons, whom you just met along with Mr. Ian Owenshire and Mr. Jericho Trent. The latter two are not directly employed by SHIELD, but are contracted associates in very good standing.” She sits back in her chair while still looking at the young man squarely and honestly.
“And as you likely guessed, none of us are exactly human normal.”
She just said ‘us’.”
“The Strategic Homeland….” Adrien blinks, moving to sit on a chair instead of the sofa. “That’s a mouthful,” he quips, head tilting as introductions are made. As Samantha sits back, so does he, her inclusionary statement striking him. He looks back down at his very human hands, the ones that when he felt ‘powered up’ were clawed.
“No…I guess.. I guess we aren’t.”
After revealing Adrien to the others by HISSING at him, Samantha explained that she works for SHIELD and tells him a little about the others that had been at the crepe truck.
January 04, 2052
Kaylee Simmons, Ian Owenshire, Jericho Trent