[ A furrow forms between Cisco's brows. The last mutants? Had that been a lie, one of the scientists had told her and her friends, to make them despair? Or is it the truth? What would even cause that? In Cisco's world, people with powers were so new, but he's never heard of a world that had them where they started to die out. It's not of immediate concern, but he files the information away, just in case it ever becomes a problem - Laura gets sick, or something like that. ]
There are lots of mutants here, though. On this moon. Mutants, and metahumans, and special people or all kinds. Enough of us that if anyone tried to control us... they'd have a hell of a fight.
[ He can't promise her there won't be more violence and betrayal and exploitation in her future, but he can at least try to do this. To make her feel less alone. Let her know that, even though he's not technically a mutant like she is, that he's on her side. ]
They underestimated you. People underestimate me, a lot, too. 'Cause of how I look, and talk, and all kinds of stuff. It used to really bother me, but then I realized it just makes it easier to surprise them later. And that makes it so worth it.
[ Cisco looks down at his mostly untouched food. Despite knowing about her powers, what she's been through, that she can take care of herself, he still worries about Laura going out and getting into trouble like she did earlier. She might get hurt. What if something interrupted her healing powers? Or something went wrong with her claws? It wasn't worth the risk, tempting fate like that. ]
Listen, I know it's not as quiet and alone as being outside the walls, but if you ever need a place to be by yourself for a little while, without anybody looking at you or talking to you, you can come to my workshop, okay? I'm there a lot, but it's pretty big. You can just show up and say you wanna hang out, and I'll do my work and not bother you. There's loads of fun machines and old bits of junk to play with. I'm bringing stuff in all the time to break apart for materials, so you can smash some old junk or look through the boxes of components or play with the blowtorch-
[ Cisco stops, realizes that maybe he should make it clear that that was a joke, adds: ]
-I'm just kidding, no playing with the blowtorch. That's the one rule. But everything else is fair game. And you're always welcome.
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There are lots of mutants here, though. On this moon. Mutants, and metahumans, and special people or all kinds. Enough of us that if anyone tried to control us... they'd have a hell of a fight.
[ He can't promise her there won't be more violence and betrayal and exploitation in her future, but he can at least try to do this. To make her feel less alone. Let her know that, even though he's not technically a mutant like she is, that he's on her side. ]
They underestimated you. People underestimate me, a lot, too. 'Cause of how I look, and talk, and all kinds of stuff. It used to really bother me, but then I realized it just makes it easier to surprise them later. And that makes it so worth it.
[ Cisco looks down at his mostly untouched food. Despite knowing about her powers, what she's been through, that she can take care of herself, he still worries about Laura going out and getting into trouble like she did earlier. She might get hurt. What if something interrupted her healing powers? Or something went wrong with her claws? It wasn't worth the risk, tempting fate like that. ]
Listen, I know it's not as quiet and alone as being outside the walls, but if you ever need a place to be by yourself for a little while, without anybody looking at you or talking to you, you can come to my workshop, okay? I'm there a lot, but it's pretty big. You can just show up and say you wanna hang out, and I'll do my work and not bother you. There's loads of fun machines and old bits of junk to play with. I'm bringing stuff in all the time to break apart for materials, so you can smash some old junk or look through the boxes of components or play with the blowtorch-
[ Cisco stops, realizes that maybe he should make it clear that that was a joke, adds: ]
-I'm just kidding, no playing with the blowtorch. That's the one rule. But everything else is fair game. And you're always welcome.