"Oh," X says, nostrils flaring as she catches the faint pang of fear. She relaxes the tension in her shoulders deliberately, moreso than she normally would. Just in case that helps the fear go away. That, and -- "I am a mutant, too."

She says it very matter-of-factly.

"I heal."

Plus, you know. Claws. But that is a topic for later. Probably.

"I am allowed to ask what you do?"