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Copen glanced down at Damon as he murmured something in that deep, accented voice of his. With English being his own second language, it was slightly difficult to discern just what he was saying sometimes. The most understandable, to him, were English and American accents - English due to his teacher, and American due to television. Thankfully, the majority here spoke fairly well. He turned his attention to Angel as she explained, his blond eyebrows rising in an impressed expression. Granted, he was. She was sort of like a modern-day witch, really. Maybe the stories of old really did have some truth to them. It wasn't completely strange to think that mutants could have existed back then. After all, it turned out that Thor was real... (And to be honest, he had fangirled a fair bit. Along with the professors of mythology in Scandinavia.).
He was relieved that no-one had reacted badly to his explanation, though. He wasn't a criminal - not in the true sense of the word. He hadn't intended to hurt anybody, and he'd barely understood his own powers. But it still ached from deep inside his heart that he had killed someone. Sometimes, he woke up in a cold sweat at 2 in the morning, lost in the memories of that awful day. And he'd swear, and swear again, that nothing like it would ever be allowed to happen again. He would not let it.
Shaken out of his reverie by Nick, he grinned back at the boy. He was speaking French, and it was sort of understandable with his tourist knowledge - something about being a Frenchman, despite the fact that he'd declared himself as Canadian. Huh. Copen wasn't too sure why he was dipping in and out of the language when not everybody understood it, but... Perhaps that was his own quirk. What followed was the arrival of a new guy, and a whole lot more French. Jesus.
The new girl explained her own fast powers, and the blond nodded with a reassuring smile. That was pretty awesome. It was the sort of thing that you could use in everyday life, and couldn't really hurt anybody unintentionally. Will seemed hyped up on caffeine still, and he chuckled at the boy's rapid-fire speaking. Ah, this was going to be an interesting year. A girl entered next, her accent obviously English, and greeted the two girls. Rain answered back with a quiet, 'Hello,' and Copen raised a hand in a wave. "Hey," he greeted her, leaning forward slightly.
It was a short time later that a truly unbelievable event happened. They gained a cowboy. A cowboy, boots and all. The right side of Copen's mouth raised in an amused grin, chuckling softly as the guy took a seat near Garrett. He watched him for a moment, before giving his head a small shake and running a hand through his blond locks. "Hej, Cowboy," he greeted him, loud voice reverberating off the walls of the Quinjet. He seemed almost embarrassed at the tip of his hat - Copen ended up grinning even more. It was sort of endearing, to be honest.
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Rain opened her mouth to reply to Will, but was overrun by his chattermouth. She slowly closed it, giving her head a small shake as he spoke. Her lips had formed an amused little smile, although it was kind-hearted. He was an excitable person and that was all that there was to it. His mind probably worked faster than his mouth. Her costume indeed was not spandex (how embarrassing), but a small blush rose in her cheeks as he commented on how she'd probably look good in it. The girl ducked her head, thankful that he'd moved on to paying other people attention.
Angel's compliment on her powers also made her smile abashedly, before another girl arrived and Rain looked up to say hello. "Hey. I'm Rain," she greeted her quietly, blue eyes taking in the interesting haircut. It was kind of cool. She couldn't help but admire people who had the confidence to pull off styles like that. And then, their next arrival was... a cowboy?
Her eyes went round with amazement.
He even smelled a bit like horses, she noticed, as he walked past her and onto a seat in the same row. Her chin tilted up as she stared for a few moments - before realising just what she was doing, and quickly glancing away. Her pinkness had not receded due to this further embarrassment, and she held her hands in her lap. She wasn't the only one excited, either. "Hi," she squeaked (to her horror) as she glanced sidelong at him again, before determinedly looking at the floor once more. It was still shiny.
