It was true that she identified with her mutation, that she lived her life based on it regardless of her level of control. Being a mutant had made her an outcast, but it had also given her a purpose, a home and a family like she'd never had growing up. It was why she hadn't been able to bring herself to take the so-called cure, even after traveling all the way to the distribution site. Nothing had ever tempted her more than the possibility of being able to be normal again, but when she'd gotten there and see all the others waiting in line, she just hadn't been able to go through with it. Who would she be without her mutation? Silly Marie D'Ancanto who had dreams of leaving Mississippi, traveling up to Canada just to find the opposite of the life she had in the South.

He was not making it easy for her not to fall in love with him right then and there, and it would have been so easy to both kiss him senseless and cry all over him, with how utterly sweet he was being. She gave his hand a little squeeze and chuckled quietly at his last comment.

"You mean my hair's kinda weird and makes me stand out," she clarified on his behalf, smirking at her own words. "I tried dying it once, a long time ago, but the color didn't take one bit. Now it's just part of me." She'd grown to like her strange hair, despite the situation that had led to the streak's creation.