Mon strolled down the street, her head bowed, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible. She had her hair hidden under a grey newsboy's beret. That, and her low-cut jeans, labeled her as just another of the mildly fashionable Manhattaners on the streets that morning. Not that she was anything like them, of course.<br/><br/>The sigh of a bus coming to a halt made her glance up. A man was attempting to get onto the bus. But wait, that wasn't right. All he did was look into the bus, then step aside as a young woman got off. Mon looked at her curiously, noting her strange garb. The two of them got into a car, and it screeched off into the heavy traffic.<br/><br/><em>Damn weirdos in America,</em>she thought in contempt. She wouldn't even be here, if not for the rumours she had heard, about two warring factions situated around here. Factions of people with super powers. Of course, Mon had taken a vow for neutrality, but and she had no intentions to join either side yet. Still there would always be innocents to save...<br/><br/>Sighing, Mon turned a corner. The fresh aroma of coffee made her stomach growl. When had she last eaten? She dug into her pocket for change. Just barely enough for a coffee and a bagel. She followed another man into the cafe, ordered her breakfast, and took a seat against the wall. She and the man were the only customers so far, but as long as the other man minded his own business, she would mind hers too.