"oh." He blinked at her, the information making its way around his brain as he slowly calmed down. That was a lot better than it just being a burned out building and a single girl. He let out a long breath, shuddering at the cold and hugging his clothing closer. It gave him a moment to collect his thoughts and put them into words. Shivering again as he opened his eyes, he tried to keep himself facing the girl as she walked around him.
"I'm here because I need help. And this is the place mutants can go for help if they don't want to be forced t-" His feet stumbled a little as he turned, but he didn't quite fall. "to take the cure or..." or be captured by their own government and experimented on. "...or have people chase after them with pitchforks and whatever." A lame joke that fell flat even to him as he looked back around, the worry creeping back into his eyes. "I was told that I would be protected here. I don't want to go back."