[ Charles will receive only a slightly wider smile from Scott as a response once he tells him this is all very overwhelming and that they'd figure this out together. It's true - it is rather overwhelming to make space for this newfound information while trying to balance everything he's also slowly learning about this place. For a moment, he's almost tempted to go for a ride somewhere and scavenge, take his mind off of things, but he stops himself. He doesn't want to leave the Professor alone.

So, without saying another word, he crouches down and continues to fix Charles' wheelchair. There's a few minutes of him just tinkering before he stops, wipes the sweat off his brow, and smiles at Charles once more. ]

All fixed. It might still be slightly rickety after some use, but I'll be going out in a bit so I'd be able to find better spare parts. Later, I'll be able to finish the job.

[ If Charles wants to return to his wheelchair, Scott would gladly assist him. His smile seems a little bit forced as he's trying to process the whole Mystique thing, convinced that the only way for him to ease into this information is to ride off somewhere. He has an excuse now, but if he has to postpone scavenging to keep Charles company, so be it.

Once again, he crouches down before Charles, his smile broader and more genuine. ] Is there anything else you need, Professor? I have some bread here, if you're hungry. Maybe some packed meals?

[ He puts on his brave face, his more genuine smile. For the Professor, he's going to be fine. ] You're right, I'm sure we'll figure something out here together. [ And that's probably the last he'll talk about this subject. He'll just have to make plans ahead of actually meeting her here, if ever that time comes. ]