They rode the crowded subway in silence. Electa sat leaning back with her knees slightly apart, tapping her fingers on her jean-clad thigh. She had a nice slant to her cheekbones, but there was a tense line between her dark eyebrows. The shape of her lips...don't even get me started. So basically, to sum up, she was gorgeous.

Vexin stood holding onto a bar above head and his teal eyes noticed her rather nice features and he found...her attractive,for like FIVE SECONDS before he denied it inside and said she was Gun girl still and just now had a name.She was an enemy who was using him,he thought,and he didn't have any emotions for anyone so he wouldn't get clingy and get hurt. But his build showed nicely with his arms carefully above his head. Even in this simple position,his size was nice and features smooth but a bit soft. Eyes calm for the moment and they always seemed to portray his emotions and sometimes danced with that angelic light.Those black dyed tips of his side swept short hair gave him a type of rebel look and made his soft features a bit sharper.It made him look more masculine and honestly more threatening,only by a bit,than he truly was. He had a gummy heart,sweet as candy.

Her eyes met Vexin's and for a second her face was unguarded as she glanced at him, and it was possible to catch a glimpse of something--concern, maybe? Then the shutters snapped shut again, and she frowned and looked away, crossing her arms over her chest.

His eyes where not focused and so he hadn't seen exactly what had run over her eyes,but he felt it in gentle ripples before something cut off the feeling from where he could reach.

When they got to Lexington Avenue, Electa stood without saying anything. As they emerged out onto the streets again, the sun was setting, clouds bleeding red against the sky. They were in another run-down neighborhood, though not nearly as bad as the one in Bronx. Signs here were in both English and Spanish.

Vexin looked around,taking things in and trying to find any near by emotion to occupy himself with examining.

Electa didn't really seem to be going anywhere in particular, just wandering from street to street. After a while they came to a residential ara lined with old brownstones and parked cars. Here in the city, the evening still had a tinge of summer to it, and people were sitting outside on their front steps, talking and laughing. Rock music throbbed through the air, something with a heavy beat and warbling Spanish lyrics.

Vexin smiled faintly,very faintly,as he felt emotions around as he heard people laughing. He never laughed and this faint smile was rare. He let the emotions waft over him and he felt them over and tucked a bit away,just in case he needed a little joy.But he left plenty still alone.Not doing enough to harm anyone.

(Lets see if Spanish class paid off...)

"Bingo," murmured Electa. There was an olive-green Mustang Boss parked on the side of the street, maybe a '69 or '70. It was sort of beat up, with a dent on the hood and another on the passenger side door, but it was still a classic, with hard, muscular lines. There was a sign on it: _{$1200 Obo}. A group of dark haired guys was sitting on the brown stone steps nearby, drinking beers. They looked up when Electa approached. "Hola, que tal?" she said. "De quien es este coche?" She jerked a thumb at the Mustang. Her Spanish was quick, fluent.

Vexin understood a good bit of it,listening closely and calmly. He reached his sixth sense out and felt for the emotions of these people,still wanting to taste what people felt outside of his home town.