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[color=b71d5d]Location:[/color] George Washington University: Lisner Auditorium 
[color=b71d5d]Skills:[/color] Perception
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Andy was doing her best to keep her leg from shaking. She was holding her coffee between her knees so she could pick at the muffin. Andy tried to resist a grin when the man behind her cracked a joke about drinking games. Then he kicked the back of her chair. She looked back, irritated at him. At least her coffee hadn't been spilled, and the guy apologized. So, though annoyed by it, Andy let it drop. She didn't think punching some random dude would go over well, especially with the tension in the room. And if he wasn't a mutant, at least it seemed he sympathized, and had good humor. So she stopped the glare, gave a shrug, and turned back to her coffee and muffin. 

Andy divided her attention between her muffin, the increasingly uncomfortable lecture, and the conversation behind her. The conference moved to M-Pox. The mysterious disease that she had somehow, blissfully avoided catching. She popped a bite of muffin into her mouth, her shoulders tensing as the female doctor brought up the 'magic-cure-all' that would eliminate the x-gene. Extremis might be able to cure all manner of things. It sounded like genocide to her. 

If Extremis was put in the water, there would be no way to avoid it. Andy didn't know how much of it would take to take away her powers. Like fluoride in the water, it might not require much.  

One of the women from behind her went and cut in line to ask a question of Dr. Watts. She didn't get the science that was being batted back and forth since she hadn't been to school for anything beyond the ninth grade, and everything before that was lacking. Between foster homes and her inability to focus, school had never come easy, nor had she particularly cared for it, especially Northwood, which she had attended two weeks before running away. Andy took a daring sip of her coffee and decided it was cool enough to risk a gulp. 

The fire alarm sounded. Andy's stomach twisted fear clawing at the back of her mind, but she was able to control it. There was no fire. The hot coffee reached her stomach and warmed her up. At least the partial muffin meant that her stomach wasn't empty. She looked around, and the nearest exit was the one behind her that she had come in. She gathered her coffee, what was left of her muffin (just the top), and headed for the exit.