"Surprising existence at all aside, you're not nearly as frightening as I would have expected," Emma said, a sort of mirthful tone in her voice at the words. The instant weathering of the stone was, perhaps, a call for alarm, but after everything that she had been through, it was just another oddity to shuffle between the categories of psionic, molecular, feral, and elemental. It would have landed firmly in the molecular trait.
"I'm a new mutant," Emma said, knowing that the term would likely mean little to nothing to him. It didn't really mean much to anyone that wasn't embroiled in the underground, genomex, or the strand. "Psionic. I can read and manipulate the emotions of others."
That was hardly all that she could do, but she hadn't even told her teammates most of that. She was hardly about to explain it to a stranger.
"As far as I know, there aren't any witches where I'm from. Not real ones, at least."