She's been giggling alot since meeting him, and he's not stone yet, that one is probably not going to happen at least. Those blue and pink sparkled nails though, who knows what trouble might be lurking beneath them. She wore half of her mutations on the outside, alright more than half, pink hair, pointed ears, wings.. check. Hallucinogenic sparkledust, not so much.
She's from a relatively poor, very rural part of Wales, she knows what the inside of a stuffed cabbage looks like, even though they probably stuff it with something a bit different where she's from. She even likes stuffed cabbage, but not boiled cabbage and fish, yuck. Up she climbed onto one of the flat rock outcroppings again, to be closer to eye to eye with him, despite now only being a foot and change shorter. Her lion and book placed beside her, she starts trying to worm the fingers of her right hand down into her cast to try to ease the itching.
"OH, that, well White Block houses the mutants that don't fight y'know, like the Healers and then there's the ones with seduction powers and the ones who are really friendly with the humans at the hotel." She answers, though she turns pink when she does so, from eartips to cheeks, to nose and all down her throat, before the rush of pink disappears into the V of her tanktop. Surely he knew, he had been here much longer than her.