His hand came up to rest behind her on his leg. It gave her something to lean against, if she wanted... but the positioning also enclosed her slightly, as if forming a protective barrier between her and the outside world.

"Fifty years..." Knock Out echoed. The same time frame where his research had indicated there'd been a major shift in the way mutants were handled in this world. It was too coincidental to be unconnected.

A frown pulled at his faceplates in contemplation. Her team?

"Would they be able to answer that, if you could contact them? Your team..."