Nekra looks up at the female who was talking to her, she had jumped a little but tried to compose herself. ''It is something that I have been working on'' Nekra's voice was very soft and raspy as she spoke. She reaches her hand down, not adding a lot of pressure when shaking hands with the other female. '' I am Nekra, and yes, I have only been here for a sort time and everything is still adjusting to me. It is nice to meet you Orya.'' Nekra seen Orya take a peek of her sketches, she brings them to her chest and looks down, tucking a hair behind her ear. ''Thank you, I had my own studio one upon a ti--.'' Her voice cut off, her eyes opened wide.<br/><br/>The scream pierced her ears, her hands gripped her sketchbook, her eyes closing tightly as she instantly remembered her close friend. She could never forget the scream, it was the last thing she heard from him, he had died when they were on their way here. He had protected her, taught her the things she needed to know, and gave his life for her. Nekra was lost without him and didn't know what to do nor how to act without him calming her down, after a few moments she shakes her head to get out of her trance. Taking in a deep breath she starts to relax and look around, bringing her hand up to rub her arm.<br/><br/>A laugh erupted from Nekra as she watched the Prairie dog and the old lady, she closes her eyes for a moment and smiles. She hadn't laughed in awhile, she turns back to Oyra after watching the prairie dog and the male, her voice was almost in a whisper ''What does the lady mean, about pairing up with a mutant?'' she felt like it was a stupid question to ask, but she was very curious as to what the old lady had meant. She takes her sketchbook and places it back into her bag, and stuffs her hands into her pockets.