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Last time she saw artwork was down on the city levels. Now Kate was jogging around where she could in between being schlooped to different locations by the ship. This time she was around one of the top levels, and found herself in the art hall after jogging along the lit up pusticles leading the way to it.

She came to a stop, and stared around. These paintings were seriously creepy, and what's with the sculpture?

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"Whoa!" Sam shouted out, rushing after Kate and grabbing a hold of her with both arms, holding her back from attacking the obelisk. "Hey, hey, hey. Calm down..." he said, attempting to settle her down. "It's just a statue. She's just tryin' to piss you off..."

Just then it shifted to the image of Sam, sitting crouched on a floor, holding the body of man--who appeared to be in his late forties--and yelling. "See," Sam said, nodding at the new statue.

She struggled and almost came around to kick him. She twisted her arms in his grip.

"Let me go!" She then did stop, and stared at the new figure.

"It shouldn't be allowed to do that..." she finally replied, though she was starting to calm down again.

Once she'd begun to settle down, Sam released her, stepping back several steps as if to avoid getting hit himself. "Yeah, I know," he agreed, glancing over at the statue before motioning with his head to a bench across the hall.

"Come on, let's sit down," he suggested. "It stops if you get away from it."

Wary look at the bench before she finally did sit down. She took in a few deep breaths and let them out slowly. The obelisk was back to how it was before, plain and unassuming.

"I really don't like this place."

"Join the club," he said with a nod. After sitting down next to her, Sam leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, letting his eyes drift around the room like he had when he'd been there with Leela.

After a moment of silence, and after noticing nothing 'new' in the place, he looked back over at the girl next to him. "I'm Sam, by the way," he said, despite having already introduced himself during the little 'mass introduction' a few days ago.

"I think I already did. We should make buttons. Of the non icky plant kind."

Kate glanced over at him, "Right, from the meeting. I'm Kate, nice to meet you again."

Sam simply nodded. Then...proceeded to sit in awkward silence for several minutes, his eyes darting around the room as if pretending that the sudden lack of conversation hadn't become uncomfortable. "So..." he said, breaking the quiet. Yeah, Sam was smooth.

"Stitch, or knit. Oh wait, that was the awkward start, not a jumping into a crafts discussion," She joked lightly. Maybe that'll ease the tension a little.

Sam smiled awkwardly, feeling his body grow warm, his face turning a rosy shade of pink. "Yeah, sorry..." he blushed. "I just... I'm not very good at this, I guess."

Raised eyebrows at him, "On normal conversation, or just ones with girls?"

Sam opened his mouth to speak but then paused, seemingly to consider for a moment. "Uh...both, actually," he admitted. "I spend most of my time with my brother, Dean. And whenever I do get the chance to talk to anyone else, especially girls, it's usually to tell them I'm sorry that their husband got mowed down by some killer truck or eaten by a werewolf. So, the whole 'what's your sign' conversation always seems kinda inappropriate."

Kate remarked, "What's your sign? What are you, from the seventies or something? That's lame anyway. Though, I get your point about passing on bad news."

"It was a...metaphor," he attempted to explain only to give up before getting too far into it. "I think I'm just, ya know, gonna...be quiet...now."

She shifted closer so she could pat him on the shoulder.

"It's ok, still kind of lame, but it's an ok try."

"Gee...thanks," Sam replied, still looking rather embarrassed. "That's almost an ego-boost." Repressing a smile, he sat up, leaning against the back of the bench and gave a light shrug.

"Sooo..." Oh, no, here he goes again! Or, maybe not... "...Who was the big dude?" he asked, motioning the black obelisk that had been forming 'biographical statues' a few minutes earlier.

She grimaced, and sat back in her seat as she decided on how to explain, "Mr. Hyde, an early bad guy of ours. User and pusher of Mutant Growth Hormone. It's this drug back home that can give ordinary people mutant like abilities."

She wasn't going to get into the whole fact of Eli being a likewise abuser for a time. That was her friend's business and no one else's.

"Mutant?" Sam said, frowning. "You mean like Ninja Turtle mutant? Or X-men mutant?"

"The second one. I haven't had much chance to work with them, but I know of them. A few like Logan have worked with us back home."

"Seriously?" he said with a look of amazement. "You worked with..." He interrupted himself, shaking his head as he appeared to process the idea of her having worked with the X-men. "What was it like? I mean, what was he like? It had to be pretty..." Catching himself 'geeking' out, Sam shook his head. "Sorry, I'm not tryin' be weird. It's just...I guess I'm still gettin' used to this whole 'comic books are real' thing."

She drily replied, "That's ok, I'm still getting used to the idea of us being seen as fictional. And I already said I haven't worked with them much. It's been more with other older Avengers. Logan's ok, he takes some getting used to. He got along well with my friend Tommy when we were fighting the Skrull and Kree."

"The who?" he asked. He obviously hadn't read those comics.

"Which who? The Avengers? The Skrulls? The Kree?"

"No,I know who the Avengers are," Sam said, but then seemed to reconsider. "I think, maybe...but who are the other two?"

She shrugged, and gestured with her hands as she spoke, "Well I don't expect you to know the Young Avengers, but everybody knows the original ones. And the Skrull and the Kree are two alien races that are fighting with each other. And they both came to Earth at the time to claim a friend."

"Aah," Sam nodded. "Sounds fun. So I guess this whole 'kidnapped by an alien spaceship' thing isn't as new for you as it is for me, huh?"