( There's a stillness in her when he says most of us mutants; it's hard to glean from her expression what exactly fuels it. Surprise, uncertainty, fear? She doesn't give very much to go by other than a pause in conversation, two seconds of lapsing into silence before continuing on as though it didn't happen.
It's been a long time since she's been around other mutants. That's part of it. The other part is wondering who, exactly, makes up the population he's referring to. The questions she has, she'll be able to answer for herself — and the uncertainty she feels isn't something he knows her well enough to help her through. Not yet.
What she ultimately winds up saying is a not entirely dishonest: )
I'd like that.
( She takes his number and, rather than writing down her own, takes a moment to send him a text instead. Before they part ways, it comes through. Two characters, a simple little thing:
we can wrap this one too I think!!
It's been a long time since she's been around other mutants. That's part of it. The other part is wondering who, exactly, makes up the population he's referring to. The questions she has, she'll be able to answer for herself — and the uncertainty she feels isn't something he knows her well enough to help her through. Not yet.
What she ultimately winds up saying is a not entirely dishonest: )
I'd like that.
( She takes his number and, rather than writing down her own, takes a moment to send him a text instead. Before they part ways, it comes through. Two characters, a simple little thing:
:)
She's better at smiling in text than in person. )