[ She gives a little smile in acknowledgment of the name. Charles. Not Chuck, or Charlie. It's a little old-fashioned, a little unusual.
Falling into step beside him, she does wonder: if this is a prison, then where are the guards? ]
That's right. Human parents, though. I was supposed to look after them. [ Said as she's examining the ceiling above them, looking for cameras. Conveniently hiding her face. Her heart physically aches when she thinks about Clarice and the Struckers back there. Get a grip, girl!
She swallows, manages to pull it together enough for Charles, who really didn't ask to be escorting an emotional wreck around the place. ]
Are you all right?
[ Not to like, divert from the topic at hand, but she can't help asking. ]
it's her secondary mutation.
Falling into step beside him, she does wonder: if this is a prison, then where are the guards? ]
That's right. Human parents, though. I was supposed to look after them. [ Said as she's examining the ceiling above them, looking for cameras. Conveniently hiding her face. Her heart physically aches when she thinks about Clarice and the Struckers back there. Get a grip, girl!
She swallows, manages to pull it together enough for Charles, who really didn't ask to be escorting an emotional wreck around the place. ]
Are you all right?
[ Not to like, divert from the topic at hand, but she can't help asking. ]