<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.fashiongonerogue.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/nicole-meyer-model03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yolande Solomon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Yolande's Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 6th, 6:50 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Salem Summers<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Being uncharacteristically polite<br/><hr/><br/>Yolande listened willingly to Salem's story as she finished up the last bits of her little list. There wasn't too much on it, she'd managed to be reasonable. At least by her own not very modest standards. The concept of the lasers were intriguing. For all Yolande's varied capabilities, manipulating energy was not one of them. She had a curiosity about other people's powers, as she'd concealed hers and had only seen others on television. Likewise she was curious to see exactly what she was able to do. She felt so much stronger than she had pushed, and would kill to find out what she could do.<br/><br/><strong>"I fought a Government super-soldier on live TV and nearly started a war. But I suppose I wasn't quite here when that happened."<br/></strong><br/>She went quiet for a little bit before deciding she definitely was curious about learning at least a little more about what she could do. She presumed she'd have to improve her behaviour for that kind of thing, but it was worth asking.<br/><br/><strong>"So, I've never really tested myself. I don't actually know that well what I can do. I would like to find out in a safe environment, I don't know how possible that would be though." <br/></strong><br/>She reached out to hand the notebook and pen back to Salem with a smile. She'd been pleasantly surprised by the girl's visit, having immediately expected an incredibly brief meeting and another person to dislike her. While she still struggled to relate to Salem as she did with everyone, she at least admired that the girl clearly made an effort in life. She despised the lazy, weak and ineffectual more than anything else. Salem didn't appear to be any of those things. She was a long way from calling her a friend, but someone who didn't hate her was an upgrade from her usual interactions.