"Second opinion? Is this the doctor's or somethin'? she looked at him with a semi amused look and shook her head, "You'd be outta here so fast if ah' told you". Still, nothing she had said so far regarding her mutation had made him runaway yet. He wasn't taking her seriously, but she didn't physically want to prove the point either. That could be dangerous.
"Maybe ah'am. Maybe ah'm jus' that way", she said mysteriously, the smirk forming on her lips again, "southern sweet and all. Besides, why am ah' doin' all the sharin' and carin'?" Of course consciences weren't supposed to have a back story, were they? They just were there for your own.
"You are not takin' any of this seriously, are you?" she paused on the beaten sidewalk and turned to look at him, "You and your charmin' ways". The southern belle laughed and shook her head before continuing, a little wobbly, on her way. "Ah' bet you get all the girls wit that line, don' ya? Well, for me its true. One touch is all it takes".