[The other mutants have gotten used to her presence by now, figured out that she's no threat; they're not happy about it, but they don't say anything when they come in for the night and find the two curled up together on his mattress with its one flimsy blanket.
A clicking noise stirs John from his slumber, and he rubs at his eyes wearily, then sits up ramrod-straight when he notices a flame flickering down by his knee. Letting out a quiet growl, he snatches the zippo from her hand.]
hahaha, awwww!
A clicking noise stirs John from his slumber, and he rubs at his eyes wearily, then sits up ramrod-straight when he notices a flame flickering down by his knee. Letting out a quiet growl, he snatches the zippo from her hand.]
Don't touch that.