Chess hid his eyes under his hair when he saw the newer girl arrive, and he was afforded little time to be annoyed that there would be more of a delay. She looked...interesting, to say the least, like one of the poorhouse girls from the more recent [i]Les Misérables[/i] productions, or a 
guest star' on the show 'Cops'. Without a doubt the type to watch out for, if normal thugs were unruly, Chess was sure mutant thugs would be much much worse. Not that he was worried, or anything.

Oh, and she smoked, both figuratively [i]and[/i] literally, wonderful. As if there had been any doubt. The youth of today, he thought, honestly no class. Well, perhaps not [i]no[/i] class.

His little huff had apparently not gone unnoticed, damn, he was used to less attentive crowds. It did afford him the opportunity to look at the strangest-woman proper, though, designer from head-to-toe. He could respect that, looking as she did he figured such fashion choices were damn near necessary. He could even respect the air of command that she had wrapped around her, it wasn't easy to walk like that, with confidence and grace and still slather each word with venom. In fact, he even found it a bit refreshing. Most of the kids he figure would be the belly-up type, all huddled up and to themselves, and despite their mutations, the gorgon woman was the first to display any [i]truly[/i] interesting qualities to him. Of course, respect and admiration were two very different things.

"Oh sweetie," he mused, though didn't look up from his book. It was all he really needed to say, at least for now. It was the little things that planted the best seeds, keeping your hand close to your chest.

Christ alive, she smoked too, she, the scrappy-looking girl and the artsy boy. And what was this? A fourth? Chess was baffled. He hadn't seen this many smokers all in one place since the charity show in the troubled parts of Belfast. And then, suddenly, there was another arrival, and this one was at least a little bit of a relief. Fairly nice sense of dress, even if it was a bit gothy, but Chess could give a figurative tip of the hat to anyone that pulled off pink nowadays. Plus, he'd always had a thing for the emo-look, pity it belonged to such a troubled sub-culture. 

Oh well, he thought, and went back to his book to wait, either for the bus, or god-help-them-all another student.