Shapeshifting ... She'd been meaning to talk with Mystique about that, the possibility that her own abilities could branch that way. After all, if Mercury could change state, reform her limbs and keep her hair red when the rest of her was made of who knows what ... she always admired shifters.
"So're you, 'pparently," Cait commented. Gaze ahead, although for the moment the hallway was clear, a somewhat arbitrary right turn hopefully taking them closer to the center, to John and Dominic and, fingers crossed, Tabby. It was hard to link this guy she was walking with to the X-Men ... kid who ran off to break in and shoot FoH fuckers.
She had questions, but none of them seemed particularly appropriate, so she kept her silence.