This boy was, to say the least, an interesting fellow. She'd never been acquainted with others her age aside from Tyler when she was but a child. It'd been rather difficult to communicate with him at first, being that he was far more socially adequate than she was, but she'd learned over a period of time. Now, however, she wasn't entirely convinced that she was able to hold a conversation with anyone who she was familiar with. Even so, she'd done exceptionally well all things considered, and a boost of confidence surged through her.
Scott was much taller than she, but Ari rushed beside him, indicating which direction they were to go as if she was some sort of a leader. In a sense, she supposed she was, as in this very moment, her word hung above his. It didn't last for much longer though, for as they approached a bar – at least, she assumed it was – Scott towed ahead. The front door had been locked, something that she'd suspected would occur. Better safe than sorry.
The boy made a comment about having to get creative with the locked door and began rummaging through his pockets, revealing a knife that was very much so dangerous and life-threatening. She thought to run, turn the other way and head for civilization, but before she managed to put said thought into action, the door clicked open. Scott then stowed away the knife deep within his pockets, never once raising it to Ari.
She swallowed. Proceeding into the building just behind Scott, she did her best to scan the perimeter, given that it was so terribly arranged. Up until now, she'd never once stepped foot into any sort of bar, only ever seeing them on her television screen. It wasn't much different from others, with pool tables, a bar table, various types of assorted beers and alcoholic beverages up against the wall. It was a typical bar. Or so she thought.
Ari all but winced when Scott hollered two names – Charles Xavier and Logan – slamming her fist into his arm. Clearly this boy had completely disregarded the possibility of them being with people who weren't expecting their company. There was a chance that this bar had been claimed by anyone, and while she admired Scott's lean physique, she knew better than to entrust him with her safety.
Materializing from the stairs that she'd just now addressed, a frail Japanese girl stepped forward. She was slightly taller than Ari herself, albeit remarkably petite. Ari did her best to form the sentences on her own, as the girl's English was not at all proper, and as timidly as she'd walked in, she left, asking that they follow her. So far, she'd risked her life more times than she could count on one hand – trusting absolute strangers in hopes that they won't kill her. Obviously none had, and being beside Scott reassured her to some extent. If this Japanese girl was to do anything, surely she and Scott could handle it.
“Let's uh...” she motioned forward. “Let's see what we're in for.”