Nitro is going to be pacing energetically around the outer edge of the lobby.  She does not have the skill of looking Approachable to Strangers.  Also full disclosure she made up the name Nitro on the spot.

"...so backlash is like, an emergency, right?" Lucky says to Xavier.

"Well, it's not like something's on fire, usually.  Backlashes are pretty, uh.  Weird.  Some people have a pretty managable backlash, some people have a crippling one.  The worst one I know about is that one esper who basically gets brittle bone disease.

... but at any rate, if you don't take care of it, it becomes an emergency.  It's like, uh, the flu isn't an emergency?  But it can be an emergency, if you have a bad one."

Nodnod.  "...so I guess we better find you somebody?"

She glances between Lucky and Xavier.

"If he's with me can he get food from the stash you guys have?  Do we have to pay or anything?"

"Nope, you're good.  I'm vouching for you as an esper for now, at some point you'll want to high-five someone and once you have one, get your agent to get you an esper ID.  I'm happy to solve the problem today, but my brother would say I'm 'not a scalable solution'."  His voice takes on a slightly different cadence for the quote.

"Gotcha."  To Lucky: "Kiddo, why don't you go get yourself a snack."

"So you can talk about guiding," he makes air quotes, "away from sensitive ears?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're very smart, shut up."

Snort.  He skips away to find out if they have the good brand of potato chips.

Once he's out of earshot:

"I'm not fuckin' anybody."

Aw, shit.  "Ma'am, that's entirely none of my business.  ... but probably a good idea.  I uh, feel a little responsible for you, but I'm not your - " wait fuck don't mention her parents " - doctor or anything."  Good save.  "I do feel like I'm a little responsible for - " not for her, I'm not her dad.  He pauses a second, thinking about it.

"I'm not responsible for you but I want to make sure you don't do something you'll regret later?  If you'd regret fucking someone, don't do that.  If you do, use protection.  I'm really, really not an esper, it's about twenty years too late for that.  But guiding is supposed to feel real good, and I hear it's easy to get caught up in it."

...she still doesn't really get why this guy keeps acting afraid of her but okay.  "Good to know," she says tightly.  It feeling good to touch somebody actually sounds really creepy and it's hard to imagine getting caught up in it.  "So are there - other people lookin' for somebody to guide with, here?"  Or am I the only esper dumb enough to get into this jam.

"Yeah, probably.  I uh, don't have numbers or anything but I don't think most espers are compatible with each other, and some are stronger than others?  So smart espers are always shaking hands or high-fiving or whatever.  It's pretty normal."

Nodnod.

...She doesn't really know how to ask to esper high five somebody but she also doesn't really know how to ask for instructions on that sort of thing from Some Guy old enough to be her dad.  The whole thing seems a bit weird to be honest.  But she guesses she's better just get over herself.

"...what are the things I'm missing that are like, too big and dumb and obvious for either of us to think about talking about."

He cocks his head to the side, squinting slightly.  "Don't ask about backlash.  Some of them are embarrassing, or private, or scary.  Uh, you're probably going to be rich soon, if you can stand to do any dungeons, ever.  There are short-term esper bridge loans available if you need one, but, y'know, not my wheelhouse."  That place didn't look poor, but it sure didn't look rich, either.  "You wanna do powers testing sooner rather than later, if you haven't yet.  If there's anything else I'm missing, I'm too dumb to think of it."  He grins at her, a little self-deprecating humor.

You and me both, buddy.  Taking out loans sounds like a bad idea to her!  And she is still kind of constitutionally incapable of imagining herself making, what, six figures?  But okay.

Shit.  She guesses she's doing this now.

"...thanks for all your help, man."

"Hey, don't worry about it.  Half my job is supporting espers, you know."  Still, he's glad to get a sign that she's actively happy to have him around and not about to run off.  He pauses, clearly thinking about how to phrase something.  "... actually, one more.  Just because someone's compatible with you doesn't mean you have to jump into a partnership with them right away.  It's okay to start slow, being someone's partner isn't...exactly...dating, but it's hard to say where dating starts and partnership ends.  I don't think I need you warn you about not letting someone push you around, though."

Snort.

... man, if you were lookin' for something to make her feel good about trying to be a dungeon esper, "career mandated not-technically-dating-but-lets-be-real relationship" does not seem like it had the desired effect.  Boy is she not going to get into that with Strange Man Old Enough To Be Her Dad Who Might Be Intimidated By Delinquents Or Something though.

"Yeah," she says, "I gotcha.  Thanks again."

Blissfully unaware of the narration, Xavier replies, "All good.  You want me to stick around a little longer, or do you need a little space?"

Hmm, does it sound worse to be wandering around this esper party trying to act like she belongs here without somebody official willing to vouch for her, or to have Strange Man Old Enough To Be Her Dad around for Touching Strangers That Feels Good But We Swear It's Not Sex.  "I think I'm good.  If you got like shit to do."

"There's always something to do."  He repeats it like a catchphrase.  "I don't wanna just throw you to the poodles here, if you're sure you're good I'll let you be."

Man, what would it be like to be sure you were gonna be okay.  "Yeah, don't worry about it."

He nods.  "Alright.  Good shit earlier, by the way."  He's...going to offer her a fistbump on the way out, actually?  "Catch you later."