Sam had finally finished fixing his shoes and stood up, looking for his sister, he saw she had already started walking, trailing her suitcase behind her. Of course it was floating in the air with a golden aura around it, which caused him to shake his head at her antics. She was such a show off. After a moment, he brushed himself down and sighed, resolving himself to look around and hopefully meet some new people. He saw the girl who looked rather.."upper class", he thought and saw the boy swing in like some kind of Spider-Man. Sam decided not to tell his sister about him. Spider-Man was the superhero she had the biggest crush on and even if he wasn't related and his powers were wildly different, it wouldn't matter to her. He took a few steps towards the girl who appeared to be holding her phone in the sky for no reason. "Oh wait.. signal. DUH!" He thought to himself with a smile before taking out his own phone and checking it. "Aww man, no signal!? What kind of prison is this?" He said out loud before sighing and replacing it in his pocket. He called out a confident "Hey" to the girl "Looks like there's no signal here, unless you're looking for aliens in which case I hope there's none of that either!"

Mary walked on, she knew where her bag was and was proficient enough with her abilities to make sure it avoided any obstacles well enough. The only problem was the golden glow. She would make the world's worst assassin because of it, and she knew what telekinetics could do, she had heard of the Phoenix and Jean, and she had seen some of what her father could do, but with the whole glowing aspect? It totally gave her away. Her best bet, if it came down to that, would be to use the sunlight to her advantage, her own colour wasn't far off and at certain times would be almost invisible. "Hooray science..." she mumbled to herself before stopping to look around herself, seeing the boy with the weirdest eyes walk past her, she shook her head and saw a familiar sight, but not so familiar. She walked towards it, it had to be him, but he looked different. Had she been keeping up with him? No, but still he couldn't be that different, he didn't look as old as she thought though, that's for sure. Stopping in front of him, she let her suitcase fall to her side, the grip in her hand. "C.. Captain America?" She asked, not exactly timidly, but she was unsure of herself here, she was used to being in control and here she wasn't. It was new to her but she would get the hang of it... or just take control. Nah, too much work there, she thought.