Have you ever... met anyone like you? [She's not so sure she's ready to out herself, but curiosity persists. She was lucky enough to meet Charles, to have someone who understood what it was like to be different-- at least, to the extent that he understands it. There's a difference when your mutation makes you so visibly different that even he can't quite grasp.
She clasps her hands in front of her, eyes still briefly glancing at his wrist.]