Yes was what she'd been hoping for, the single word that could change her whole outlook on life, but the rest of it was entirely unexpected. He was a mutant? It was possible, of course, she certainly didn't look like the stereotypical mutant that had been plastered all over the news and propaganda pieces before the war.

She looked over at him with an almost blank expression, staring for seconds that stretched between them in silence before she finally informed him, "So are you."

There wasn't any point in hiding it, after all. If he was as different as she was, then it might be better that he knew. He might be able to tell her what had happened, help her figure out... everything. Anything.