Scott grinned, hoping he did not look too shame-faced, but presuming he'd been caught staring. "That makes sense. I joined the Air Force, partially to see the world. I was an Air Force brat, and I lived in both Japan and Germany after the War. Then, Alaska. I hadn't quite finished flight training when I ended up a mutant and a casualty. So, I'm pretty excited to see more of the world too."
He shook his head, thinking about medical school. "I hear Med School is like wrestling a Kodiak bear. For regular humans who are super-human. And I... suspect being a... minority student in a US medical school was even harder? And you were still top of the class. For your residency, too." He let the admiration fall into his tones. However, Scott had seen the basic reports on every person who had lived here since Charles had started taking mutants in. And he now knew those records were just a light gloss, bare truths.