Maya was more of an energy drink kind of girl, but when you slept as badly as she did, it was catch as catch can. She sat with the largest iced mocha the cafe would sell her, phone on the table in front of her, reading the news. 
This breaking story was exactly why she had come here. A cadre of heroes showed up out of the blue to save the day. [I]Super[/I] heroes, with supernatural powers. Mutants were one thing, but Maya was no mutant. She had something otherworldly in her now, and if she was going to get on with her life, she needed to learn to deal with it. 

She brushed her hair back from her tired eyes as a group of young people walked in. They were about her age, and at first she paid them very little mind. But one of them asked a question of another that snapped her attention to them. 

"So, Lucy, you said you are an Inhuman? Is that like a mutant?”

The other girl explained how it was similar, but not quite the same. Maya didn't catch all of it, but latched onto one particular detail. 

[I]They[/I] all [I]have powers?[/I]

She looked over the group, then back at pictures from the news site she was reading. They weren't dressed the same, but the genders, the body types were right. One of them had been engulfed in flame, even. And yet now they all seemed relaxed, like she had no trouble keeping the fire inside. 

Maya got up and strode to the table they had taken over in the corner. 
“Y’all the super type?” She murmured, putting her right hand down on the table. The knuckle bones were suddenly visible as the skin on her hand melted away in a brief flare of purple flame. “I need help.” She drew her hand back to her chest, the flesh knitting back together as the flames dissipated.