The commotion, the bustling business, the loud sounds and ever present city crowds....This is a city that never sleeps, thought Tony as she sat back in her seat, silent to the point that she would be unnoticeable if it was darker. Tony looked out the window adjacent to her seat, her view becoming temporarily interrupted by the occasional bar patron, stumbling drunkenly around. From her seat Tony had a view of the roughly built stage and the red head upon the top of it, though she couldn't make out what he was saying over the commotion around her. 

She was wearing her shaolin monks robes, something she had caught grief for sense she arrived. The robes consisted of leather forearm bracers, large beads around her neck around the size of base balls, flat leather sandals her lean muscular biceps were exposed. The main body of the outfit was a simple yellow textile fabric with a grey border, her pants were crimson and loose to allow easier movements. She watched the stage with curiosity and wondered how she would locate other mutants like her..... Until such a time she would try to remain incognito, and pick up on western culture and customs.....they seemed very rude and brutish to her...