Mary's eyes scanned the room through the haze of her own smoke. They found themselves coming to rest on Kanoa. Mary knew her as something of a savant. Or, at the very least, smarter than she-- she could recall sitting behind her in 9th grade, completely unashamed of her cheating. Kanoa didn't always have the right answers, but it worked. Thinking about it now, she was probably completely aware of what Mary had been doing. Inhaling more smoke, she reminded herself to one day thank Kanoa for that, she probably wouldn't have passed that class without her. 

Her brow almost furrowed in confusion at the "mff mph mff" that Kanoa had responded to her with, before she swallowed her cupcake and continued, "--you, Mary, thank you for coming. We won't be sacrificing any goats, not unless something comes up anyhow, you can never be too sure." 

Mary's neutral expression disappeared at that, becoming replaced by an impossibly wide smile, "Right!?" She exaggerated her movements, "You can never know how easily your problems might be solved by gratuitous amounts of ritual sacrificial violence to goats and goat-like creatures!"

"We'd need a tarp." Mary's head turned to the voice. She was greeted with the sight of August Battaglia-- a girl whom she had only known in name, and only knew that name because of how very unique it was. She looked like the girl from [i]Brave[/i]. 

"Only if you don't want to bathe in the blood of the beast!" She responded in an overly chipper tone, "Why you'd want to miss out on that I'd never know, it's like the best part!"

Mary's expression returned a to a flat deadpan. Instead of selecting a seat, she opted to walk about the room, listening as Kanoa introduced herself and stated what she somehow knew to be obvious to everyone in the room-- Obvious to Mary, at the very least. People seemed to take turns after that, going, as if queued up, while Mary paced around the room smoking like a purple chimney. 

Maxwell seemed like fun. The boy named Jackson didn't have schizophrenia, as she had initially thought, no, he was just a  mutant superhero or something. August's ability was apparently possessing feelings and not being a sociopath. And Raven, who Mary had only just noticed, was...

[i]How had she never seen her before?[/i]

"Yeah..." Mary's tone was contemplative, she tore her eyes away from Raven, bringing them back to the Kanoa, "Honestly, I'm just wondering what it is this is all about as well."

After a moment, a handsome head belonging to a confused man poked into the room, looking for a meeting place. Performing her civic duty, Mary walked over to the door and promptly blew smoke into the newcomer's face, "No. You have the wrong room. Go Away."

Another moment passed, and Mary, still by the door, greeted a new visitor. This one seemed angry-- Mary was no expert empath, like August, apparently, but she was cognizant enough to recognize that slamming open doors and throwing down notes in a dramatic fashion signified anger.

[i]Or maybe an addiction to daytime television.[/i]

Regardless, Mary went about solving the problem like she solved all problems. She blew smoke in the intruder's face and, letting the hand fall limply to the side, she met his gaze and whispered two of the most impacting words possible to answer his question; "Your mom."