"No, I find that more admirable than attempting to be what you are labeled as. You are yourself, a man, a mutant and so long as you live to be the best at that then you have succeeded." she answered with a small shrug.
Keaira sank into a seat opposite him and gestured for him to serve himself. She would do so did she know his appetite and tastes better, but she does not, thus it is to him to decide his portions and what he wished to try. Once he had done so, she placed a sausage, some of the noodles and a small bowl of soup before herself. Water was poured for both, the coffee allowed to stay hot until dessert.
"I know that I am being sent as an ambassador of the Mutant Nation. I was told simply that you were to be accompanying me, I can only assume it is for my safety as my mutation is not particularly helpful in violent situations."