"That makes sense." Jackson responded.

"I don't really know the fine details of those skills, really." he admitted.

"But I manage." he said.

"I mostly use judo principles. Using my opponents' speed and strength against them." he continued. "I'm clearly not the buffest out there." he chuckled.

"But yeah, I need to go to this school. Too dangerous for me to remain in my old one."

Jackson nodded in response.

"We shall." he replied.

With that, they both climbed into the backseat of the vehicle, and it pulled away.

"Hello again, Anastasia." the drive greeted Ana warmly.

"Glad to see you didn't get into any trouble." he commented.

'Seems nice.' Jackson thought.

'Nice vehicle, too.' he added mentally.

"She's improving at such a rapid rate." he responded.

"She even got a standing ovation." he told her.

"...I'm so proud of her." he added, a tear on his cheek, and in his tone.

"......" Jackson was silent for a moment, and just smiled.

'Heh. That's sweet.' he thought.

"And what do you mean nothing you couldn't handle?" the driver then asked Ana.

"I see." the driver replied, before turning his attention to Jackson.

"And who are you?" he asked.

"Name's Jackson." Jack replied.

"And are you a friend of Anastasia?" the driver then asked further.

"...uh... kind of?" Jackson responded, not sure just HOW to answer the question.

"I mean, we recently got acquainted with each other." he said, causing the driver to look confused... and a little bit suspicious as well.

"Heh, very well." the driver responded.

With that, he focused on the road, causing Jackson to sigh.

"Right." he said.

"You said you're a ghost." he then said to Ana.

"What... what does that mean, exactly?" he asked her.

"Like, can you turn your body to a ghost form?" he asked her. "Can you separate your spirit from your body or something?" he asked further.

"Or... are you, like, an actual ghost? As in, the real you is a spirit, and you're currently... like, possessing a body?" he then inquired.

"....geez..." Jackson muttered.

"Dead at 15..." he said.

"That's... that's just... wow." he mumbled further, before shaking his head.

"Right, though, huh. Neat power." he then said, changing the subject.

"Granted, I do have more questions cropping up..." he admitted, thinking for a moment.

"But let's start with a simple one." he reasoned.

"Do you NEED a host to live? Or does it just make things more convenient?" he asked.

"...well, that's certainly handy." Jackson responded.

"And you died in a very different era?" he asked.

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Considering your speech pattern is unlike anyone else I've ever met, and it sounds straight out of the past at times." he commented.

"Still... that's pretty cool." he said.

"How long does a container last?" he asked her.

"And... losing your humanity? How so?" he asked further.

"............I see." Jackson mumbled, after a pause.

"That's... pretty heavy stuff." he said.

"Didn't realize it was such a tense situation. Then again, how could I?" he asked with a light laugh.

"At least you always have a backup." he went on.

"But yeah, your mutant powers sound really awesome." he commented further.

"And I'll bet you've had a while to hone and train them."

Jackson nodded along with her story, before pausing when she asked her question.

"...ah." he said.

"Right, fair is fair." he commented.

"You told me yours, I should tell you mine." he told her.

"...these sunglasses aren't exactly a fashion statement." he then said. "If I don't wear these, I'm a risk to anyone I... well... look at." he told her further.

"You know what a Gorgon is?" he asked.

"Well, you now know one."

"Not that I know of." Jackson responded.

"It's always on." he said.

"But, like the Gorgon of legend, if views through a lens, the gaze has no power." he told her.

"Which... goes both ways." he then said further. "If I look through glasses, it doesn't work, but the same is true if someone looks at MY eyes through lenses." he explained.

"But that's... pretty much common sense, if you know your mythology." he then commented.

"Yeah, and the dark lenses are to hide how my eyes look." he told her. "I was told I'd get a special pair of actual glasses to wear once I got to the Institute." he added.