She took a step back, he took a step forward, keeping the space between them the same as it had been. She could only retreat to the wall, he could keep advancing until they were pressed together and she had not even the room needed to breath - not that he intended to unless he found it absolutely necessary.
"What you do?" He switched back to English, voice low and inquisitive as he kept the fingers of his free hand occupied in the thin lock of her green hair. Completely assured of his control over the situation. "You... create magnetic force? That would make you a mutant, my dear girl. How intriguing... Does that mean this flattering shade of green your hair sports is natural?"
The final question was more idle curiosity as the hand holding the door shut moved to the handle and twisted it to pull it open. An invitation for his companion to join them now that his question had been answered.
"So many mutants showing up all of a sudden. Coincidence or design, I wonder... Or are you just another waif making a pilgrimage to the only perceived bastion of safety and acceptance that is Xavier's School for the Gifted?"