Hayley listened to the Witch's eccentric, yet extensive description of her expertise. She wasn't entirely sure how much of it was believable, but she had no reason to assume the woman to be a mere loony just yet. Intrigued, she continued, "Wow, that's quite the repertoire you've got there. If you don't mind me asking, this curse you've mentioned, just how severe is it?"Seeing the shy cyborg turn away, Hayley was unsure whether or not to invite him back to the conversation. He seemed more timid than aloof, and took the gesture to indicate that he merely felt out of place, which was a feeling she knew all too well. "Hey," she said as she placed her hand on his shoulder. "How about you, mate? If I'm not intruding too much by asking, would you be having any interesting stories to tell?" She smiled warmly.
"The curse of probability and distortion of reality? It gets pretty bad in the case of the probability thing. I jinx a lot of things so I'm basically a bad luck magnet in a sense." Black shrugged, "I die from it sometimes if not critically injured. This is my. . . . Tenth body, I think?" 
Pieta smiled an awkward grin and shook Mena's hand. "I'm Pieta, but call me Pie for short." 