There were honestly a thousand things Becca would rather be doing that she could come up with off the top of her head at this moment, as May stepped into the room. She was hardly a wimp, but she'd never been great with pain or injury, or anything. When she'd broken her arm falling out of a tree, she'd barely been able to look at it until it was set and put in plaster. If May only went as far as a broken arm today, it would be some unbelievable luck for Becca, but presumably it'd only be worse when she almost certainly had a repeat "session" at a later date. 

As May typed into the console, the setting was so calm and serene and pleasant that had the situation been any different, Becca would have laughed at the dissonance between what was going to happen to her and her surroundings. She half expected peaceful panpipe music to start playing in the background. She was much too keyed up to find it all that funny, however, even when the sort of peaceful background chanting she was expecting reached her. Most of her attention was focused on looking sharply around the room for anything that might help her out. Anywhere to hide, anything she could put between her and May, a safe place she could crawl to with a broken leg. She knew it was hopeless, however. 

It would be her first time testing her new suit and seeing whether it really was fireproof. Would she put it past May to give Becca a dud and leave her naked for her beating? She wasn't entirely sure, but there was only one way to find out. She closed her eyes for several reasons. It helped her find the core of calm she needed for her powers to reliably work; it helped take her mind off the fact that May was planning on punching her; and she wasn't all that fond of seeing herself catch on fire.

She inhaled and exhaled slowly a few times, trying to focus, and then she felt that little shift inside of her, and she could see through her eyelids that she was now aflame. Looking down, she was relieved to see that the suit did as well as May had promised, and was still in one piece and covering everything. So one panic averted, now just to deal with....being beaten up by a powerful mutant. Becca barely had time to prepare after catching fire before May's fist collided, but she could tell that the punch was very much dialed back from normal, and thankfully her powers somewhat numbed pain and made her tougher, but it still spun her head slightly, and she definitely felt it.
"That wasn't too bad," She muttered, turning her head back to face May. As she moved a hand to her jaw, the flames on both waved slightly in the breeze. It was faintly surreal to watch.

Seeing the punch connect she smirked lightly. After dealing with her attitude last night that was quite satisfying. She stepped back and let the pain fade and crossed her arms. Becca may need to build up a tolerance for pain as well. However May also knew that would come with time. Not everyone could handle pain like her, it came with practice. So if she made the team she would most certainly get the practice she wanted, and a lot she didn't want.

"Well that's a good sign, since we're just getting started."

She said before upping the strength to peak level with a low kick. Roughly 1800 lbs of force and aimed to her thigh, more accurately the pressure point that can induce charlie horses if done right. However it is possible to break her bone, but that seemed unlikely. She seemed to be stronger in this form, that or she behaved differently, filled her with a different mentality. The kick either way should be enough to do damage. If she didn't heal there would be a massive bruise on her thigh in the morning. She backed away and smirked. Then without warning she aimed a punch of similar force at her stomach.

"Oh yeah, I'm most likely not going to warn you when the attacks are coming, it's more fun for me. Plus the way you spoke to me annoyed me."

It was bitter and petty, but it was also a lot of fun. May had never claimed that she was always the bigger person. In fact she was pretty short as it was so she was fine with it. She was used to getting respect, however she rarely also lost it like that. Usually she had to fight to earn it, something she was fine with doing on a normal situation. But usually when people came to the school and got old enough for squads they knew about her, and here was this woman judging her. She would pay, more so than she should.

"The trick is to try and focus on your healing. Imagine the nerves calming down and the energy handling your wounds."

It was more like a dull ache in Becca's jaw than the blinding pain she'd felt the day before when she'd had her nose broken, and it was fading with every second. Didn't make it pleasant, but it could have been a lot worse. It took maybe ten seconds for her to feel as good as new after telling May it wasn't too bad, and it'd only get faster. Of course, if she spent too much time in Warhead mode, May would get a nasty shock when she left it. She gulped nervously at what sounded like a threat from May. So she had been dialing it back for Becca. Somehow, it felt like she was just doing it to draw out her pain, not to be nice. Becca probably could have anticipated that this would be a lot worse for her after she'd talked back to May, but she hadn't thought that May would go too far.

"So is it going to-" She began, but was interrupted by May's foot slamming into her thigh. Becca had no idea how strong the blue-haired woman could get, but if it was any stronger than that, she didn't want to feel it. A cry was torn from her lungs at the kick. Perhaps it wasn't broken, but it felt like the muscle was torn. Her legs were knocked out from underneath her by the kick, and she landed on her side, clutching the wounded thigh. The pain, though not unbearable, was severe for several seconds, and for a few less-than-rational moments, Becca thought May might have done her some serious damage. Once the pain began to become less blinding and more just uncomfortable, however, she realised that May had just forced the muscle to contract and spasm. Used to happen to her all the time when she started karate and krav maga. 

It was slightly shaky as Becca climbed to her feet, but she made it and tried to affect an expression of nonchalance. 
"Had worse," She said. She'd embarrassed herself crying out and falling when she was kicked, now she had to try and act tough. She wasn't going to let May think she'd gotten to her. The fist caught her in the stomach before she even saw it move, and Becca hit the floor again, curling up. If she'd been in human form, she'd have just thrown up. As it was, she might have anyway. May's next words confirmed that she was doing this to spite Becca. She groaned at the unfairness of it, and waited perhaps twenty seconds for the pain and nausea to fade enough for her to roll onto her back and jump to her feet.
"No fair," She groaned, a hand still on her stomach. The heat from the flames surrounding her was still burning. Even if it didn't burn her, she could feel it, and she was surprised May wasn't either sweating or getting actively burned.

The kick dropped her just like May knew it would. The kick was at the peak of human level and people had won a variety of MMA matches with it. Either way the kick would potentially be the hardest thing she'd been hit with, as far as she knew. Her words were cut short byt the shot to the stomach and May couldn't help but laugh. As she lay there trying to catch her breath and get to her feet May slipped her burnt boots off and then her hand up.

"Impressive. You burned down to the muscle. I'm pretty sure that pretty soon I'll see bone, well not technically, but still."

She said as she watched Becca stand up again.

"In case you're wondering, yes, it hurts. But the thing you need to learn, that I began learning at half your age, that you need to look past the pain. I'll heal eventually and if your opponent can see they've gotten to you, you've already lost. Whether I let you back on the team or not I'm not sure. But I will ensure you learn something here."

She knew her childhood was messed up. She spent as much time learning to read and ABC's as she did fighting. It was something her mom and dad always fought over. But when you're a Howlett everyone wants to challenge you. Plus the family tends to always get into trouble. But by time she was 16 she was one of the best combatants in the school.

"If you know the hit is coming you'll prepare yourself and therefore our results won't be as accurate. You can try to fight back if it'll make you feel better."

She said with a smirk before aiming a kick with her left leg at her ribs. This was with over 2000lbs of force, just past human limits. Now they were getting into the category she may face when fighting other squads. Sure, no other squads were close to her, but eventually a threat would come. She heard Danny might've been asked to make a squad and while it seemed humorous given that he was usually drunk and/or high, he was no slouch. She could feel Becca heating up more as this went on. Before even connecting the pant ends began singe, she could smell it. If she connected by time she pulled away her pants would be on fire.

The fire dulled pain she felt, but it didn’t make it go away entirely, and Becca was pretty sure a kick to the stomach from May was enough to drop anyone. She’d gotten back to her feet, but she could still feel it. Nowhere near as a bad as a human, or even most mutants, but it was painfully clear someone had just taken her out. As May pulled her boot off, Becca had to recoil. She knew the smell of burnt meat. Had she really just done that to someone? She tried to tell herself that it was payback, but it still twisted her stomach. She wasn’t about to ask if May was alright, however.

All in all, it was a decidedly eerie – and unpleasant – experience for Becca. She’d only ever used her powers for brief bursts and in rare circumstances – usually either showing off, or because it had just happened. Her dad hadn’t minded, being somewhat reckless himself, but her mom had practically given herself an aneurysm worrying about Becca using her powers at home and damaging something else. And the only time she’d used her powers properly had been the day before, to run past May and get to the door. It was always an odd sensation, standing while wreathed in flames, and the fact that her teacher was preparing to beat her halfway to what would kill an ordinary person only made it worse for her.

Had she had the time, she might have stopped to find a mirror to look at herself in. Not that that was a rare thing for her to do anyway, but she wanted another chance to truly look at herself, see what she looked like on fire. At least nobody had made a joke about her looking hot yet.

"So when you were nine, people beat the shit out of you," She said, half the words coming in a gasp, "Explains why you’re a psycho." She was sure that talking back was only gonna provoke May to do even worse things, but sometimes she couldn’t help herself. It was honestly a bit of a curse. There was another gasp as May said she might not be allowed on the team. She swore at herself mentally for that one, she’d never been great at hiding her feelings. But she had to get back on the team. There were no two ways about it. Fortunately, she had a nearly one hundred percent success rate when it came to getting what she wanted – even if she had to do something unpleasant to get it.

It sounded like a taunt when May told Becca that she was free to fight back. They both knew that if Becca tried anything, it’d take about a second for May to recognise it, respond to it, and probably break something of Becca’s to chastise her for it. She wouldn’t help herself any, she’d only make it worse. Which didn’t make the feeling of the next kick any more pleasant, as the kick to her rib caused a choked gasp to escape her. Miraculously, it didn’t feel like anything was cracked. Was her toughness increasing faster than May was amping up the hurt? If so, she might have the way to get through this in the bag. Just keep getting hit and hope the next one was less painful. Not that she could tell herself that right now. Her ribs felt intact, but there was still a searing pain in her side, and the kick sent her staggering against a wall, clutching her side. She fought back the urge to use the rudest, vilest, most offensive words her mom had never let her say.

Becca noticed a change, however, even through the haze of pain her bruised ribs were responsible for. Now doing more than just crackling skin and muscle, May’s pants had lit on fire from just brief contact with her side. Of course, that meant either they were going to burn off or the teacher was going to drop them – neither of which held much appeal for Becca – but it also meant that soon May would be struggling to land hits, surely. She didn’t need to fight back, her body was doing it for her, and it’d only get hotter. Maybe not hot enough to melt whatever fucked up metal made up May’s skeleton, but enough to make her seem a really really unwise target. And of course, her "secret weapon" was in reserve – the detonation that gave "Warhead mode" its name. Already Becca was feeling the urge swell. Right now, it stood a chance of throwing May back several feet. If she held it in, to the point where it was almost painful for her to contain and she’d go off if anything distracted her, she might send May flying into a wall and lay some hurt on her for a change.

"More." Becca challenged through gritted teeth as she pushed off against the wall, her ribs still pounding. She wanted to show May she wasn’t afraid. It was a big lie, of course. She was fucking terrified.

May was tempted to be offended by Becca's comment but it was accurate. She'd spent most of her formative years fighting anyone and everyone. It was definitely damaging to her but she'd tried her best to at least pass as a normal person.

"I wouldn't use the term psychopath. I mean sure, I'm not balanced but psychopath seems a bit much."

May quickly pushed the thought from her head. She didn't like thinking about how damaged she truly was. She knew it wasn't healthy. Between the sex and violence and need to be a hero any decent psychologist could have a field day analyzing her. As the kick connected with her ribs she could feel the flames move up her leg towards her hip. She pulled her leg back and quickly began patting out the flames. She looked down at her leg with a sigh as her muscle and skin began to reform. The skin on her hands quickly regrew, as it always had. May never understood that aspect but wasn't about to question it.

"Damn it. You have any idea how long it'll take me to fix all these tattoos? My guy isn't cheap either."

She said, not even paying attention to the pain she'd inflicted on Becca. She didn't really care too much. If she was really interested in it she would've been writing it down. This was more for her than anything. She needed to know what she was capable of. Of course in the grand scheme it was a good idea for May to have a general idea of what Becca could accomplish.

"More?"

She asked with a smirk, sounding impressed. Becca seemed to be handling this well. She was right, it was about time May upped the level and really make things interesting. She took a few steps back and smirked before running at her full speed. She jumped in the air and aimed her knee for the bridge of Becca's nose. She would have to go fast from now on and a fly by knee was one of the best options. Plus considering her adamantium knee cap, speed and power she was in the 2 ton force range at least.

Of all the ways to spend a Saturday, having the shit beaten out of her by her teacher while on fire was pretty low down on Becca's list. Maybe around the same level as a date with Isaac or having her fingernails pulled out one by one. Still, she was given a slight break as May replied to her comments, giving her time to nurse the only injury that was bothering her right now. She was thankful, really, that her Warhead form healed her as well as just made her tougher, because she was pretty sure May's beating wouldn't be any easier if she couldn't, she'd just be due a trip to the hospital. 

It wasn't the first time Becca had cracked her ribs, but it was definitely the most painful. Even with her powers dulling the pain, it stung like....well, like somebody with super strength and a metal foot had kicked her in the ribs. She was able to stand, but it brought tears to her eyes that vaporised instantly. It was grotesque seeing May's body regrow itself before her eyes, but it definitely beat seeing the muscle and bone laid bare. Well, muscle and metal. 
"You're beating a teenager because she said you weren't gonna beat her," Becca pointed out, her voice slightly strained, "And I'm pretty sure you're enjoying this." It was probably a bad decision to take it any further, but she was going to get hit anyway. "Not saying you're turned on, but you're clearly digging this." That was a lot of words, and now her ribs were aching again, even as they knitted together. It'd take them maybe thirty seconds to heal, if May stopped hitting her.

Not that there was going to be much chance of that happening, especially not after she challenged May for more.
"If the tattoos are a problem, stop hitting me," She suggested, finally able to stand without clutching her side. And that was all she got to say before May practically blurred before her eyes and she felt something smash into her nose. For maybe a second, she didn't actually feel any pain, just the sensation of her nose being smashed and her being knocked onto her back, but then as her head collided with the floor, it hit. Oh god, it hit. If she hadn't been in Warhead mode, the hit might not have killed her or even knocked her out, but she'd have passed out from the pain.

As it was, she let out her first genuine scream of the session, her hand clutching her nose as she wailed in pain and panic, jerking slightly on the floor. But that wasn't all that happened. The self-control she'd been clutching onto for so long slipped, and she detonated. This wasn't a small detonation like the one that had thrown May back yesterday. She'd been holding onto this one for at least two minutes. This one would be far hotter, with far more force and a far bigger radius. If anyone was looking through the door, they'd probably spend a couple days blinded.

She wasn't wrong, May was having fun. Of course all of the reasons weren't as clear. On the one hand she was enjoying pounding on becca to teach her a lesson that her name wouldn't save her. On the other hand it was quite challenging. Cause pain while not hurting herself in the process, or at least minimizing her own pain in the process.

"Well I am enjoying this, you're right. I must admit though, you can take a punch pretty well, won't deny that. Like you said yourself, not the most sane person here."

She wasn't sane, that was obvious to anyone who knew her. Then again anyone who was in the psych field was usually pretty messed up. Only because they knew first hand how dangerous the world was and what could go on in people's minds.

"Stop being so hittable then Brule. It's so much fun to hit you, I do enjoy it."

She said with a laugh. She landed calmly on her feet as she heard Becca hit the ground and scream. May laughed calmly, with her back to Becca and was about to comment when Becca detonated. The heat and the force hit her full force and threw her into the wall. She landed in a heap as the simulation ended and the anti-fire protocols kicked in putting out the fires on the walls, floor and May herself. It was quiet before May let out a groan. Half of her face was gone revealing the metal skull underneath along with the meat on her left hand, shoulder, most of her clothes and parts of her leg. She tried to pull herself up with one hand and leg, groaning before spitting a few teeth out.

"Y...you okay?"

She asked not up on one knee. Her left eye was mostly gone but she knew it would regrow eventually. Or at least she was relatively certain. May fell onto her back as she felt her body try to heal. She knew there was organ damage and likely a concussion too but it would take time to heal.

It didn't hurt, but Becca's screams intensified as the shockwave blasted out of her. The fire didn't burn her, and the force didn't touch her, but it felt like something was being torn from her. Not in a painful way, just not in a particularly pleasant way either. But it distracted her from the pain of her shattered nose. After the blast ripped out of her, she felt almost drowsy. After her beating and that, she was worn out. So drowsy that it didn't occur to her for a full twenty seconds that she might have done some real damage. However, as that thought occurred to her she sat bolt upright in a second, and looked around.

And what she saw was horrifying. The sprinklers were going, getting her plenty wet as well, but there were still fires across the room. It looked almost like somebody had set a bomb off. The gentle Japanese dojo had gone, replaced by the plain grey of the Danger Room. But worst of all was May, laying on the floor and dragging herself towards Becca. Half her face was ruined, along with one eye, and it looked like more of her was a mess as well. Seeing chunks of flesh burned away from punching her had been bad enough, but now she could see half the woman's metal skull, and it was horrifying. And she'd done that. It was far worse than what she'd done to her Krav Maga instructor. Far worse than anyone she'd done before to anyone.

"Am I..." Becca said, slightly mystified by May's question when she was the one crippled on the floor, but before she could finish the sentence she threw up. Not on herself, thankfully, but she rolled so she was on her knees and one hand, and heaved up the contents of her stomach over the floor. She hadn't eaten much, predicting that something like this might have happened, but it still didn't feel good.

When she was done, she rolled away from the puddle and staggered to her feet. She wasn't in pain, just deeply exhausted, and she couldn't bear to look at May.
"Holy fuck," She said, a whimper in her voice, "May...."

The concept of being concerned for her own well being has never actually crossed her mind. She always knew she would heal and she was a hero like her father and uncle. She focused on other people more than herself. Yes it rarely seems that way, especially to her students but it's there. She just wants to ensure that everyone is safe and taken care of. She just also needs to ensure they also have the means to protect others.

"I would've held your hair back but the muscles still haven't regrown in my arm. Plus no depth perception for awhile."

She said attempting to get up. SLowly but surely the muscles were knitting themselves back together and soon enough the skin would begin to cover it. She sat up and glanced over at her as she was trying to recover.

"Only thing worse than the smell of burnt flesh is the smell of your own burnt flesh."

She said glancing over at her.

"You'll have to take my word for it."

She began patting herself down before finding what was left of a smashed cigar in her pocket. She sighed and tried her best to reform it before using what was left of some smoldering pieces that may have been her skin or clothing. She blew the piece out and sighed.

"I liked that tattoo."

She said before trying to get up again and eventually got her feet under her. She felt like a baby deer but it worked. In the end though she'd manage. She tried to brush some hair back and found some falling out.

"These tattoos are going to take forever and cost a fortune to fix. But having a Teenage Warhead seems rather useful."

She walked, or more accurately staggered past Becca and was heading for the door.

"C'mon. We're going to drink till my body heals itself."

She said before walking into the locker room. She usually kept some booze stashed away for situations like this.

"If Danny took my Heat Whiskey I will strangle him with his own tail."

Becca now had several things to try and pretend she wasn't experiencing. The smell of May's burnt body, the sight of May's burnt body, and now the smell of her own sick. What had started out as a highly unpleasant experience had only managed to make itself worse. It was very hard for her to try and hold a conversation with May while avoiding looking at her, smelling her, or thinking of the state she'd left her in. It took a couple of minutes for Becca to realise she was shaking. She just couldn't stop thinking about what she'd done to May.
"I-It's fine..." She said as May told her she'd have held her hair. And then, as May made the comment about burnt flesh, she wretched again. She managed to avoid heaving again, but it was a close thing.

"May, I'm sorry..." Becca said, her voice not much above a whisper. She wasn't an especially violent person. Sure, she'd slapped people before. She'd learned martial arts. She'd even been in a fight before. But up until now, the worst thing she'd done was accidentally blowing up her Krav Maga instructor. Even yesterday hitting May with a detonation hadn't been this bad. But this....And she'd meant to do it. Sure, May had been telling her to go into Warhead mode, to test her healing, and Becca hadn't really had all that much control over when it went off, but she'd still meant it. For a brief second, she'd wanted it to happen, to get revenge on May, and this was the result.

Still, May didn't seem to mind much. Not that that was a whole lot of reassurance for Becca, but she wasn't going to try and get the other woman annoyed about it. She'd taken one beating today, and one yesterday, she wasn't sure she needed another one. 
"We a-are?" She said uncertainly. She'd only drunk a few times before, and never with a teacher. And most definitely never with a teacher who had seen her naked and she'd gotten into a fight with just minutes before. But she followed May to the locker room. "Do you have anything other than whiskey?" She asked

May watched her try to throw up again and shook her head. Being able to heal and exposing yourself to a variety of injuries meant that you saw and smelled all kind of terrible things. This was something she'd encountered before, it wasn't fun.

"Don't worry about it Brule."

She said as the healing began to speed up. She ignored Becca's comments and shock about drinking together as they entered the locker room. She stopped at her locker and grabbed a 3/4 full bottle of whiskey that had an odd powdery tint to it. She stirred it up before sniffing it, yup the real deal. She took a swig of the bottle before heading towards the steam room.

"I've got some tequilla and rumpleminze in my room but no students in faculty rooms. We had a teacher awhile back that ruined that. Hell even Ed can't come into my room which is...odd."

She said before turning the steam room on and stepping in. She took another swig of the bottle and sat down with a sigh. She held the bottle out for Becca.

"Oh, and of course this never happened."

She said with a laugh. By now the Danger Room would be self-cleaning, a useful setting. Of course they usually made students clean it by hand to learn respect and so forth. It was fun actually. She knew she would get in trouble if they found out she was drinking with a student but she didn't care. Becca had earned it plus she liked drinking with her students, it's just most didn't go for it.

Becca still wasn't entirely sure that it was okay. Seeing May's injuries still, especially as they healed, made her stomach jerk again, but she was pretty sure there was nothing left for her to throw up. Benefits of a small breakfast. 
"So...did I pass?" She asked May uncertainly, trying to change the subject. Being kicked off the Talons after being a part of them for about five minutes had been humiliating, but different from the Titans rejecting her. That had made her equal parts enraged and ashamed. Being removed from the Talons just made her feel....bad. Like she'd overstepped her bounds by threatening to have the Fantastic Four defend her from May. She still didn't know whether she'd meant it or not. "Am I back on the team?" If she'd just been through that in return for a pat on the head and a drink, she was gonna be pissed. 

She followed May into the locker room, and straight away she could smell whatever it was May was drinking. Whiskey, she'd said. Becca had always been more of a wine girl. With her upbringing, the rich and liberal parents and the frequent parties they held, she was hardly a stranger to alcohol. Even when she was just thirteen, she was usually able to charm one of the guests into giving her a little bit. But that whiskey smelt like nothing she'd ever drank before. Still, at the other options, she wrinkled her nose again.
"I think the whiskey's fine," She said, slightly defeatedly. She hadn't even heard of one of those, and she'd never heard 'tequila' and 'great night' mentioned in the same sentence before. 

Apparently they were going to be sitting in the steam room. Becca had thought they were just going to be in the lockers, but she followed May, sitting down opposite her but not too far away, taking the whiskey.
"Aren't you supposed to wear bathing suits in here?" She asked, looking down at her Talons suit. Or just training suit, until she was allowed back on the team. If it shrunk with the steam, she was never going to hear the end of it. Still holding the bottle, Becca took a swig, and then shuddered. And then took another swig and shuddered again before sliding the bottle back over to May.
"That is kinda weird," She agreed, "Was it Danny who ruined it? Because he is kinda cute."

May pretended to think about it when asked if she was back on the team. Of course Becca was on the team and had never actually been off. May was more annoyed than anything and needed Becca to learn who was in charge. If May hadn't thought Becca would fit in on the team she wouldn't have let her try out in the first place. Well more accurately forced her into trying out.

"Yes, you're back on the team. Just remember what happens when that attitude shows up."

She said as a warning before entering the steam room. As she asked about the bathing suit May simply shrugged and took another swig of whiskey. She stretched out a bit, her muscles now seemingly more intact and allowing her to heal. Of course the Heat pills in the whiskey were slowing down the healing, but it also allowed her to actually get drunk, which she was a fan of.

"Danny? No. Well, no he might have but it's before out time. Rahne, Wild Child was seeing a student, Elixir. Ever since that happened the higher ups watch the students and teachers more carefully."

She said before taking the whiskey back and taking another swig. She sighed and examined her bottle before taking another swig. She slid it back over to Becca.

"And of course you'd find Danny cute. Talented, good looking, badly damaged. We used to date ya know. When we were younger."

Becca wasn't typically fond of waiting for anything she wanted, and waiting for May to tell her whether or not she was going to be allowed back on the team was like agony. She knew that, if she was still off, she'd never hear the end of it. Isaac would smirk, Edward would be sarcastic. Kayleigh would probably bring it up a few times. And any time she had a lesson with May, she knew that she'd just see disappointment in those eyes, that she'd nearly had it, and then blew it. So when May told her she was, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh thank god," She said, and then almost rolled her eyes as May talked about attitude. "If I threaten to have my extended family beat you up, you'll beat me up again, got it." Possibly a tad attitudey considering her warning, but well, May was going to have to give a bit, here. Couldn't just expect Becca to do all the giving.

Becca started to stretch out in the steam. She'd been in a sauna once with her family on holiday, but it hadn't been quite the same, really. Hotter, for one thing. Still, it was a similar experience. Warm, comfortable, breathing in felt weird. Should it be the sort of thing she didn't like, considering what happened when her and water mixed? Well, as long as she avoided using her powers, she should be fine. 
"How are you feeling?" She asked as the older woman stretched out near her. She could see less bone and less muscle, which was good. Possibly even worse than seeing usual bone exposed was worse than seeing metal bones. "Lucky you can heal. If you'd been a normal person...." Well, Becca didn't want to think what would have happened if May hadn't been, well, May. 

Another swig, and Becca pulled another face. It honestly made her gag a little, and it was not nice. But she was still gonna drink it. Determined to show she had stones, she tilted her head back and locked her lips around the neck, taking a swig of the drink that lasted several seconds. She thought it would be bad form to cough, so she just shuddered and pulled a quite aggrieved face.
"That is bad," She said emphatically, sliding it back to May. "Still gonna drink it." Especially after that swig, she was going to feel it any second, she was pretty sure. Man, she wished she had a chaser.

At the mention of why she'd be attracted to Danny, Becca snorted. 
"Well duh," She said, "He's young, cute, a rockstar and my parents would hate it. Isn't that the golden package?" She was being self-deprecating, of course, but he was pretty cute. At the mention of them dating, however, she frowned.
"Really? I don't really see it." Of course, she hadn't been there long, but still.