They were on the bus heading towards the center of town and Quinn was listening to Caim and Kitchie argue quietly in the row in front of her and Mark, who had taken to starring out the window and holding tight to Quinn's hand. "It was fun-"

"But they didn't need to put you in-"

"You're going to say danger aren't you? Caim, come on, you know as well as I do that I wasn't in any danger. I sat in a simulated box and waited. I actually had a nap." Caim looked away and Quinn leaned an arm against the back of his chair, leaning forward to talk to them. "Wait, so how did that whole thing work? You're saying it was a training session?" Kitchie looked back at her and nodded. "Yeah, everything was simulated. No one was in any real danger. Well..." His voice trailed off and he laughed. "They didn't expect you to do half the things you did." He glanced to Caim and back to her.

"All the bullets were just pieces of metal with little points on the end, so you felt them when they hit you. Then your brain connected the gun, the bullet, and the hit and it assumed that you had been shot. So your body and mind reacted."

"So there was no blood?" Kitchie shook his head. "Bled like a paper cut, but still..." His eyes flashed over to Caim again before returning to Quinn. "Caim had to take the bullet out of my neck and wing though?" she asked. Kitchie shrugged a shoulder and fidgeted in his seat. "The 'bullet'-" He made air quotes. "-hit your wing but didn't go it. It kinda got stuck... same with the one that hit your neck. Well that's what he told me." He jerked a thumb in Caim's direction. "And back to how all the weapons were..." He searched for a word. "Not entirely authentic, Professor X and Wolverine are glad that you didn't actually use your knife on anyone." He smiled and pointed at Caim's head. "That was probably the most hurt anyone got, or could have gotten. Unless you had used your knife..."

Quinn laughed and leaned back in her seat. Kitchie nudged Caim's shoulder and the two talked quietly for moment. Quinn looked over at Mark, whose eyes were closed. She bit her lip and squeezed his hand. "How you doing?" she asked quietly. He didn't reply and she sighed, leaning her head on her shoulder. "I know what's wrong," she told him.

"I know you do," Mark mumbled.

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"Because part of it is that you're mad at me."

"And you're saying sorry because?" Quinn shrugged. "Because I should?" Mark laughed harshly. "You don't believe that." Quinn sighed. "Does it matter?" He didn't reply. Quinn lifted her head and looked at him; he was looking straight ahead, at the back of Kitchie's head. "Do you want to talk to him? You could switch seats with Caim." Mark shook his head. "I'm fine. I just..." His voice trailed off and Quinn let him return to silence. She knew it was hard for him to recover after being cooped up in small spaces. "Is your claustrophobia getting any better?" He looked at her like she was an idiot. "Phobias are hard to get rid of. They don't just 'get better'. I mean, they can but-" He cut himself off and shivered. Quinn squeezed his hand again just as Kitchie turned in his seat.

"Next stop is us," he announced, beaming. "This is going to be so much fun! You two are getting school stuff right? I wonder if you'll be in any of our classes. That would be neat, being in classes together. And even if-" He was cut off for a moment as Caim tugged on his sleeve as he got up. The four teens got off the bus and started across the street to the mall. "And even if you aren't in our classes we can help you with homework, but you probably won't need it, you both seem really smart," he continued, barely missing a beat.

They entered the mall and as Quinn looked around she was surprised at how quiet and not busy it was. She wasn't complaining, not at all. Mark didn't need it and personally she didn't like people. And the way she saw Caim stiffen as he walked in she guessed that he wasn't a people person either. "Since you're getting school stuff we should probably go to the Staples at the other end? Does that sound good? Then maybe we could stop-" Kitchie was cut off as someone in a red jacket sprinted past them and ran into Caim.

AN: Ending sucked ending sucked oh my dear god... Raaaaa! I needed to finish it. And finish it with this new guy. But I didn't know how... ick. I was going to save it for a more dramatic point but I just kind of want to get him introduced *sigh* Apologies for the crappy ending... But I hope I made up for it with the explanations. If there's anything else you want explained from the Training Session let me know PLEASE. I want to make sure all is confirmed... and yes the session served a purpous

Thanks for reading!