Steve sat at the restaurant bar and took a glass of wine from Polaris. After taking a sip, he smiled and said, "Nice flavor, lady. You look like you're in a decent mood."
"That really is odd. I should be the one asking you that." Polaris wiped her hands with a towel and then said, "I heard your friend was sick. It seems he wasn't adapting well to Krakoa's environment. Is he all right?"
"Thanks to your kind words, not bad. Just a mild cold. And we've already found a treatment."
"I know what you're worried about," Polaris said, blunt as ever. "Krakoa hasn't been founded for long, and it's already being sanctioned by so many countries. You're worried we'll become the next Cuba. But in reality, things were much worse for us before. What's there to worry about now?"
"I'd forgotten about that. Good thing you reminded me." Steve took another sip of wine.
"You don't look like the kind of person who'd come here to drown his sorrows at a time like this either." Polaris shook her head and said, "Looks like you're still very worried about him."
"A little," Steve admitted. "Tony is a very strong person. Even when he gets sick once in a while, he's taken care of so carefully that we don't get to see it. This is the first time I've ever seen him with a high fever. It really was a bit frightening."
Polaris hesitated for a moment, then said, "You might not believe this, but Mutants like us get sick too. Especially when we lose our abilities. I've seen plenty of..." She stopped. "Forget it. Why am I telling you this?"
"If you want to talk, I'm willing to listen. But I imagine all that's already in the past. Like you