She wasn't really the type to get wrong ideas, even if they were true. One would just about have to beat her upside the head with a cluebat before she even thought of gentle affection as being more than platonic. It was innocent contact for contact's sake, to offer comfort, warmth, companionship. She'd not want to get him in trouble though, not ever. A little smile flickers across her lips for a moment between sips when he turns his own hand over and grips hers in return. Her skin is normal, soft and smooth, nothing interesting about it.
"I'cn fly, ah, an make people see thins.. no really sure wha though, mus be cool things." She nodded decisively. "Tha's it really, nothin else, nothin powerful or anythin'." She grinned at the wall thing, and at his own smile, her eyes lighting with the smile so easily. She was sincere in all of her expressions, no matter what might lurk beneath her surface, if he was happy she was happy for him. "Tha' souns cool, like a rainfrog or a gecko or sommat, righ?" Then softer, she leaned forward, as if to impart a secret. "I like ya too, s'far." A faint crinkle of her nose at him, playful and gentle.
"Ah, well I don' do nuthin useful li' tha." She looked faintly confused for a moment and then tipped her head to one side. There was a question in her mind, what about the mutants with no real powers at all. The ones who just looked a bit different, she had seen those before. She knew better than to ask though, it was likely an answer she didn't want to think about.