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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?

OOC: ATTENTION: For Kate, Nathan and Xander's EPs, if it's on the first page, or even if it isn't, it's OPEN to any and all tags. Time doesn't matter. They all need to meet more people.)

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"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?"

"Not exactly? We once borrowed a Kree ship, and some of my friends got kidnapped by a SHIELD ship before. But neither was organic like this is."

"So...you've never been stuck floating around space in a giant talking intestine before?" Sam said, his face serious though his tone carried a hint of playfulness. "I find that hard to believe..."

Kate laughed, "Not till now, you'd think so with my world. But nooo this is a new one for me."

"And here I thought you were all high class and worldly," Sam smiled. "I mean, you know, being a girl who looks like she's taken down guys twice her size..."

She started at the high class and worldly, but then relaxed a little. Kate was rich, but it's not something she often brought up.

"More than you know?"

"Well..." His brow furrowed like he were in deep thought. "If that statue thing over there is any hint of what you can do..." He pointed at the black obelisk. "...I think I'd rather stick with the 'not knowing.'"

"Smart boy," she grinned.

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