Truth be told, she often did the same, for different reasons. Analyzing people seemed logical to her, it made sense to try to understand a person's drives and motivations, then one understood better how to communicate when communication was necessary.
"One of our people?" She seemed perplexed, she had always considered mutants to be 'her kind', 'her people'. A further look at him though made her realize that that was not at all what he meant. "Should it surprise you? Think of the common mythos. The corn woman, who could make crops grow and women fertile, the Raven who could change from man to bird and fly, the Deer woman, with her hooves for feet." She spoke softly, but without doubt or hesitation, he could deny if he liked, she would not push.
A faint smile curled her lips, "My former owner did own a few Mutants here on Revolve, those who were of a more martial skill. Those of us born at my former owner's plantation were all tested as infants and toddlers, and those of us who showed positive for possession of the X-gene underwent training from the age of 3. We attended school, like other children, etiquette courses and the like as well. When our powers manifested, often we were given duties that would be more useful for us to possess. It was not a bad life. He died recently, those mutants not in his son's personal employ were sold privately to others, or brought here like myself."
"I.." she paused, hesitating for a moment, then shrugged, "I have the ability to become as mist, drifting where I will it." Good luck getting the collar back on her after a battle if she chooses to risk an escape. It did not seem in her nature to cause a riot though, or to be disobedient. She was not malnourished, nor particularly underweight, she was simply very small in stature and build, petite not scrawny.