[He offers her a small smile of his own. Yeah, the situations were different, but he figures he understands where she's coming from as well. Funny how that sort of thing could be universal. He sipped carefully at his mug. The tea bag was still in the cup, he liked his stuff strong.]

They certainly can. Its nice here, though. This is the first time I've really left my home since the pesky feathered things made themselves a thorn in my side.

The fantastic thing about being a mutant is that you might not even know you are one until you've hit adolescence. You're completely normal and unsuspecting and then WHAMMO! Its like a very rude game of Russian roulette.