Ferris was practically asleep, or in such a state of meditative calm that he didn't realize there was someone else in the room until he heard Arla speak. He looked up lazily, half dazed, to see who it was.
"Wow, that's, like, a totally profound question. I mean. Wow. Who am I?" He sat up, switching to a cross-legged position, balancing as if it took no effort at all. "I used to think I knew, y'know? I was just like everyone else. But now I don't know if I'm even supposed to be human, or whatever. But mutants are all totally different. How can I be more like the furry blue guys than I am like my own parents?"