CC smiled. A very genuine smile. Anyone with any rudimentary sense of reading people could probably tell that subversion and conniving would not come easy to CC Gill. "Even without knowing who you are, I'm well aware of what that armor represents, especially to my family. It's why I came to you. You *know*"

She sigh, runs her hand through her hair. "I was actually conceived as the result of one of Granddad's 'office parties'. Mom got drunk, hit on Dad, he was quite the genetic jackhammer that night, bam." She sighed. "I'm only hear because my mom wouldn't abort me. But she wouldn't have anything to *DO* with me either. So my dad raised me as a single parent. He kept working, but things were strained for awhile. He then hooked up with the original Thunderbolts for a little bit...but then left when I was 12."

"This is where I differ from my dad. He was all tech. I'm all mutant."