"Ah dunno... ah mean... goin' to some place dat bills itself specifically for helpin' street kid mutants kinda sounds suspicious to me. Ah mean, what place bills itself to mutants, anyway? Don' dat usually kill business?" She popped a piece of fried okra in her mouth and chewed on it. "Den again, ah am kinda suspicious o' anyone dat try ta 'elp me outta de "goodness o' dere hearts". But, ah guess maybe ah am a lil' worried about mah anger issues... an' well, de t'ought ah might be self destructive, but ah don' believe dat part."
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