He shakes his head, all too used to the question. He doesn't look different than any other human, after all - unlike Shatter, or Clarice. If he wanted to, he could pretend he was just an average guy.

He didn't want to pretend.

"I'm a Mutant. Where I come from, we carry this mutated gene that most humans don't, and it gives us... abilities."

There is something about her - something he can't quite put his finger on, but he feels like she comes from a world entirely different from his own.

"So, technically, we're not exactly human."