This displaced mutant would have to deal with Khan's own... challenging personal eccentricities, soon enough. The least he could do right now was withold that sort troublesome information until it was actually relevant, she had enough work ahead of her just trying to orient to the new environment.

Khan's pace did falter, however, after she spoke. He had turned his head to look at someone he could not see, trying to make sense of a sentiment he could not understand, in a context where he could not think of a practical use for the information. Oh he understood perfectly well the social conventions of politeness, acknowledging the value of someone else's contribution to one's own welfare, all that sort of thing. What didn't make sense was how sincere she seemed to be when speaking words so often unrelated to sincerity.

No, the interruption in smooth walking progression threatened her balance and put her at needless risk of stumbling. He quickly compensated for the erratic movement and resumed his previous pace, making the left turn as he did so. "When we get to my door I'm going to remove a wall panel to activate the manual controls. It won't be a gentle process, but you'll be shielded from any shrapnel."