[ He chuckles, nodding as he leans his arm on the dummy's shoulder. He's never really had a desire to hide what he is, and especially not here. If someone like Clarice isn't even afforded the luxury of pretending she is 'just' human, John shouldn't either. ]

I'm a Mutant. I've got... abilities, and back home, some branches of the government is trying to either put us in cells, or use us and our abilities, or just. Treat us like terrorists. So I'm heading this Underground cell, that serves as a safe place for any Mutant that could need it.