She sighed and looked up the street, nodding. "Yeah well, it takes all kinds to make a world. If it wasn't mutants, they'd be after people who aren't like them; different beliefs, different lifestyles, having more opportunities, hell, they'd probably pick a fight with tofu-eaters if they got desperate." She shrugs in apology on behalf of her species. "At least it's reassuring to know that for every asshat out there, there has be some good folks to balance them out."
When he vanishes from the corner of her eye, she thought for a second they got jumped and she'll have to shoot a fuckwit. After making a strangled noise, shakes her head and kneels to be eye to eye. "Martin. Do I understand magic? Not at all. Am I certain it could bite me if I mess with it? Yes. But I don't have to do magic, so it's not my worry." Smirking, she would have ruffled his hair if she could. "But Pip, my mom climbs walls and shocks people, my day care was on a floating fortress and Dr. McCoy, the blue furry guy who likes reciting Tennyson upside down, helped set my broken arm when I fell out of a jet exhaust port. Magic is just another weird I'm used to."
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