"Well, sometimes luck is in short supply," Sven noted, but it was casual. Some people just tended to be luckier than others. He'd had his fair share of luck, but most of the time it was derived from his ability.
"Being a mutant probably isn't all that exciting to those that are one, though." His words were thoughtful, bumping Mark on the shoulder gently. Sven didn't want to send him sprawling. "Or it could just be any ordinary person out for a stroll, wanting to meet a stranger or two." He grinned, seeing the lake and the empty benches come into view.