"Ah, so you are a fella city dweller, an' a mutant. Dat's pretty cool." That thin line finally turned into a little smile. Perhaps the alcohol was kicking in or she was feeling more comfortable with letting herself go just a little. "Didn' t'ink Ben Grimm 'ad a son, or at least one as cute as you."

She tried to flag down the bartender for another martini, but now was just getting ignored by him. Alisa frowned and just gave up. He was obviously not worth her hard earned money. Her eyes turned back to Ryan, giving him a smile once more.

"Bein' an actor mus' be pretty cool. I mean, I spend my days researchin' artwork an' tellin' de rich an' famous dat dey couldn' pick out a real Monet if it was right before dem. Seriously, some people don' deserve fine art... or to be rich for dat matter."