This is how it feels to come back from the dead. Technically he wasnât dead but assumed to be since for a year and some months heâd apprently been with the government. Found in a reserach facility, Jack doesnât remember any of it. Physically heâs fine, itâs been a couple weeks and anything that might have been wrong has been healed by his particular mutation. The real problem is that heâs in familair settings, he recognizes and knows people from before and thereâs of course more new faces; a lot of mutants need help. Maybe this is what it feels like to live in limbo? Heâs not quite part of this yet but this had been home once upon a time. Itâs a weird state.
Currently he finds himself in the kitchen and open and closing cabinent doors as he attmepts to locate a cup. Because, of course, they arenât where they use to be and have since been relocated. He closes another cabinent, still unsuccessful as someone else comes in. He doesnât look stubbornly says, âBefore you even offer, no I donât need help. I can figure this out.â
Ryan was still adjusting to the building, still learning the ins and outs of his own new freedoms. The refugee wasnât used to being around this many others or having this kind of freedom. Wandering into the kitchen, Ryan rubbed his eyes and smiling a little. âGood thing youâre confident, I still donât know this place well.âÂ
