Emma Frost walked from the fancy penthouse she stayed in while in New York, out to the street. The throngs of people in this city used to preclude her from being able to walk about. Even as well-controlled a telepath as she was, when you had this many people shouting their thoughts up into the ether at the same time, it was a challenge to keep yourself from insanity and a splitting headache. However, she had become attuned and had overcome those obstacles. She didn't dare force herself into this sea of humanity for long periods of time. But she definitely saw it as a challenge that built up her tolerance each and every time she did this.
Waiting for traffic, she walked her way across the street once the lights changed and then moved onward toward the main park. She found her favorite coffee cart and was waiting on John to prepare her cappuccino when she caught flashes of someone much more special than the average person in this park. Her bright blue eyes scanned the crowd.
"That'll be $4 Miss Frost," John said as he held the cup toward her and his palm open.
"Of course, dear," she handed him the normal $5 bill and nodded before turning to leave.
"Thank you, ma'am."
Her ears heard it, but her mind was focused on the odd thought flashes she was getting from... someone... watching... waiting... another predator? Interesting.
The dealer nearly fell over from a sudden gust of wind, a most ungentlemanly curse slipping from his lips. His client reached out to steady him, only to get slapped away with a "Don't touch me, man!"
Tommy casually walked away, rubbing his forehead. There was a dull throbbing building behind his eyes, almost as though he'd played too much Xbox sitting too close to the machine. He didn't count the cash yet, but it felt like enough to pay for his hotel room for a week or so, as well as eat.
If not... well, there were always more dealers.
Emma smirked from the sidewalk across the quad of green from the mutant boy. Wouldn't he be useful? A bit on the young side, true. But moldable. When she heard his thoughts, they were fragmented from the way he thought. But she could get the gist of it. He was stealing for a living. She could offer him room and board so that he didn't have to worry about that and could focus on things much more impo...
The sound of Emma's phone drew her attention. She had to change cup hands and then get her phone from her pocket. She was waiting on too many important calls to not answer. When she looked back up, she had lost track of the boy. An irritated glare crossed her features, but c'est la vie. She might cross his path again. She knew his thought patterns, after all. If she cared to actually put her mind to it, she'd be able to find him.
Right now, back to business. "This is Miss Frost. To whom am I speaking?" she asked while making her way back through the park.