Mason's eyebrow arched, "Haven't we drunk the kool-aid of the purpose of this place," he snarked. "People walking around with semi-automatic weapons scares people too. Don't lock those people up over here, do you cause it's legal." He shrugged. "Far as I know, people like us have been around for a really fucking long time, generations. That's plenty of time for people to get used to us. But... treat people like a criminal underclass and that's what you'll get."
He leaned back a little, pushed his food around the plate and wished he had more to drink. Wished it was something slightly stronger than some generic fruit juice, too.
He laughed, "You're right. I don't know you, and honestly at this rate I'm not sure we'll ever be best friends," with Tony appearing to be all judgemental and stuff he wondered if that was just because he was new and trying to come to terms with everything. He looked like the kind of kid that didn't handle change well. So maybe, Mason thought, he could cut the guy a little bit of slack. "We'll see once we're settled. I'll ask if someone can do a DNA test or some shit. Tell us both what we already know."
Even though there was no other concrete evidence (other than the damn obvious) that they were related, it still felt like a sting, a slap in the face, rejection on some level and Mason was already feeling defensive.
"What does it matter?" he asked, "I tried to use my powers to escape, they didn't like it, decided I can't be trusted and so turned them off all the time." He looked over at Tony, "In trying to escape I didn't hurt anyone with them, if that's what you're thinking." Not that time, anyway.