@exorcizemymind
Few feelings can compare to the rush after a rally that doesn't go wrong. It's so rare, even today, to see so many pro-mutant people standing up and speaking together; forcing their voices to be heard above the din of opposition, taking each other's hands figuratively and sometimes literally, raising each other up in defiance to a world that wants nothing more than to grind them beneath its heel. It reminds her that there's still hope, still something worth fighting for, and sometimes, she needs that.
It also reminds her that there will always be work that needs to be done, and it continues to inspire her to be one of the people out there forcing change.
She's riding high on the feeling of success, her pocket of business cards lighter for where she's passed them to like-minded people (mutants, she hopes, but she'll settle for humans if she must) when she notices one of the young men from the rally is still there. He'd been quiet, almost separate from the event itself; she's seen it before and she thinks she knows what's going on, or at least, has a good enough idea of it to step in and lend a helping hand.
Convince him, if she can, to come to another one. (And down the line, if all goes well, convince him to come to a different sort of meeting altogether -- but she rarely leaps the fence in the first conversation.)
This is one of the man situations where her diminutive stature and fair complexion come in handy. She's about as non-threatening as a mutant can appear, for all that few people even realize she's a mutant. No visible mutation, and such an affluent looking young woman on top of that: who would suspect her of being a mutie?
It's one of the many things she takes issue with, but she'll use it to her advantage every opportunity she gets.
Sidling up beside the stranger, she offers him a pleasant, friendly smile, body language relaxed and open. "Is this the first time you've come to something like this?"