[Sadrain]

November 24th, Chicago; Base.

Elek shrugged at her choice, but did not sit down either. His posture was casual, as opposite to Eve's somewhat defensive and closed one. After her requested he brightened up a little. At least she was not absolutely passive about this thing, despite her actual attitude (and he was also waking up).

"Ah, I wanted to talk about it with you later today. So, what exactly are your powers and skills? I recall, you were skilled with hand to hand combat. Maybe you could teach basics to people here, first of all?"

Many people were skilled with their powers, and with some weapon, but their defenses were lacking, and there could come a time, they lacked weapons and powers. After he had witnessed her battle, that thought had settled in the back of his mind.

November 24th, Chicago; Sewer #17.

Over the years, Leila had gotten used to consuming things that tasted horrible, or didn't taste like anything. This coffee came close to the unusable point, though. But the brown liquid did its magic quickly enough and although it together with chemicals was one of the worst combinations for health, it cleared her head and pain killers soothed her pains.

Leila felt that someone was approaching, and tensed up, even though she realized he was coming from outpost. No one was assigned here besides her, though... The mystery was solved when he spoke, though, because the girl recognized the 'lover boy's' voice. Her nostrils flared slightly, but then her face became just as expressionless as before, her voice monotone: "yes."

It wasn't the truth, of course. But if she didn't say anything else, maybe he would leave faster. In fact, Leila wanted to ignore him as a whole, but, Elek was right - if she wanted to melt into the mass of others rebels and not jump out, a quiet and relatively polite attitude would have to do. No one could fault her about being a bit of loner, though.