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yvette and callisto | thursday daytime
While working on the Blackbird, Callisto and Yvette have another chat - and this time Yvette can make herself useful...
The India crisis had taken up most of her time, but now things were beginning to calm down and aid groups were being allowed through, Yvette was dividing her vacation time between aid packages and working on the Blackbird. Who knew when it would be needed next? Today she was involved in the basics, using her ungloved hands to cut down pieces of metal to be used. It took more effort than wood, but the more she practiced, the better she got at it. It was simple enough that she began humming a pop song that had been popular in Kosova the last time she'd visited, unaware of anyone else's presence.
"Hope you're measuring those rods to the millimeter," came a quiet female voice from behind her as Callisto approached. "Not that I can't shave 'em down, but it would save me time."
Yvette squeaked a little and started, her fingers leaving bright surface scratches on the vise she was using. "Oh, you were surprising me, Miss Callisto!" she exclaimed. "I did not hear you." Straightening, she met the older woman's eyes and nodded. "I am making the measurements first and then cutting," she explained. "Where there is the small scratch on the rod, yes?" She indicated where she'd used a finger tip to mark her cutting place.
Callisto approached, watching over the girl's shoulder as she sliced the next rod neatly where she'd marked it.
"Very nice," she said approvingly.
Yvette literally glowed at the praise, or at least, her eyes did. "How is the work going?" she asked, carefully putting the rod with the others she'd cut.
Callisto made a face. "Slowly. But it's interesting. I'm just following plans, of course, fine-tuning and detail work, I guess. It's... different."
It really was - different, that is. Callisto had never been so involved in the building of something before - only fixing things that were broken, or sometimes just taping them together for a short extension to their life span. This was new.
Yvette nodded, understanding. So much of what she saw happening around her was response to crisis, mending what had been broken, be it people or things. "It was like this in San Diego," she said, still paying attention to her work. "When the Red X group was helping with the rebuilding. It was different, to be making the things instead of reacting to the disaster."
Callisto's brow furrowed slightly in interest as Yvette echoed her own thoughts. Pretty sure she's not a telepath... but she seemed unphased. She nodded. "Red X?" she asked. "Sounds like a chewing gum brand."
The girl laughed, a light, girlish sound. "Not so much," she replied. "It is the Red Cross group, for the mutants. We are using our powers to be helping people when there is the need. It is something even the younger people can do, when we cannot be doing any other thing."
The mechanic found herself smiling faintly in spite of herself. There was something about this kid, with her stilted, sincere speech and her intense eyes, that was very endearing. "Sounds like a Worthwhile Cause," she said, the words slightly loaded.
"I like to be doing the useful thing," Yvette answered. "My powers, they are very easy to make the damage and the hurt, but I do not want to be spending my life wrapped in the cotton wool, yes? So I try to be finding the things that I can do that will help, with my powers or not." She glanced up at Callisto again. "Perhaps it is, how you say? The lame thing? But if I can be helping, it means I am not the wasted life, yes?"
Callisto tipped her head to one side, her expression almost distant. "It's not lame," she said simply, shaking her head. "It's good that you feel that way."
Yvette's eyes brightened again, a sign of her pleasure - if she'd been able to, it would have been a pleased blush. Callisto reminded her of Logan in a lot of ways, and she found herself wanting to impress the older woman the same way she'd been wanting to impress the gruff X-Man. "I am glad, that you are thinking it is the good thing." She cut the last piece of rod and turned to Callisto. "Is there the other job you have for me?" she asked with a small smile.
"I'm sure we can find something."
The India crisis had taken up most of her time, but now things were beginning to calm down and aid groups were being allowed through, Yvette was dividing her vacation time between aid packages and working on the Blackbird. Who knew when it would be needed next? Today she was involved in the basics, using her ungloved hands to cut down pieces of metal to be used. It took more effort than wood, but the more she practiced, the better she got at it. It was simple enough that she began humming a pop song that had been popular in Kosova the last time she'd visited, unaware of anyone else's presence.
"Hope you're measuring those rods to the millimeter," came a quiet female voice from behind her as Callisto approached. "Not that I can't shave 'em down, but it would save me time."
Yvette squeaked a little and started, her fingers leaving bright surface scratches on the vise she was using. "Oh, you were surprising me, Miss Callisto!" she exclaimed. "I did not hear you." Straightening, she met the older woman's eyes and nodded. "I am making the measurements first and then cutting," she explained. "Where there is the small scratch on the rod, yes?" She indicated where she'd used a finger tip to mark her cutting place.
Callisto approached, watching over the girl's shoulder as she sliced the next rod neatly where she'd marked it.
"Very nice," she said approvingly.
Yvette literally glowed at the praise, or at least, her eyes did. "How is the work going?" she asked, carefully putting the rod with the others she'd cut.
Callisto made a face. "Slowly. But it's interesting. I'm just following plans, of course, fine-tuning and detail work, I guess. It's... different."
It really was - different, that is. Callisto had never been so involved in the building of something before - only fixing things that were broken, or sometimes just taping them together for a short extension to their life span. This was new.
Yvette nodded, understanding. So much of what she saw happening around her was response to crisis, mending what had been broken, be it people or things. "It was like this in San Diego," she said, still paying attention to her work. "When the Red X group was helping with the rebuilding. It was different, to be making the things instead of reacting to the disaster."
Callisto's brow furrowed slightly in interest as Yvette echoed her own thoughts. Pretty sure she's not a telepath... but she seemed unphased. She nodded. "Red X?" she asked. "Sounds like a chewing gum brand."
The girl laughed, a light, girlish sound. "Not so much," she replied. "It is the Red Cross group, for the mutants. We are using our powers to be helping people when there is the need. It is something even the younger people can do, when we cannot be doing any other thing."
The mechanic found herself smiling faintly in spite of herself. There was something about this kid, with her stilted, sincere speech and her intense eyes, that was very endearing. "Sounds like a Worthwhile Cause," she said, the words slightly loaded.
"I like to be doing the useful thing," Yvette answered. "My powers, they are very easy to make the damage and the hurt, but I do not want to be spending my life wrapped in the cotton wool, yes? So I try to be finding the things that I can do that will help, with my powers or not." She glanced up at Callisto again. "Perhaps it is, how you say? The lame thing? But if I can be helping, it means I am not the wasted life, yes?"
Callisto tipped her head to one side, her expression almost distant. "It's not lame," she said simply, shaking her head. "It's good that you feel that way."
Yvette's eyes brightened again, a sign of her pleasure - if she'd been able to, it would have been a pleased blush. Callisto reminded her of Logan in a lot of ways, and she found herself wanting to impress the older woman the same way she'd been wanting to impress the gruff X-Man. "I am glad, that you are thinking it is the good thing." She cut the last piece of rod and turned to Callisto. "Is there the other job you have for me?" she asked with a small smile.
"I'm sure we can find something."