He could feel her confusion as it passed through her brain. It was only confirmed when she made that grunted hm. It wasn't in his direction and he certainly did not have to explain himself to a woman who meant absolutely nothing to him. Though it was generally understood he was a mutant, there was almost no record of what he could do. He was listed as a psion, though what type was not specified. Then there was also a flag for superior intelligence, but that wasn't necessarily mutancy. After all, humanity had previously produced geniuses. That thought process left open the idea that every great mind in history was perhaps a mutant. Certainly something worth considering in his free time.
"If you wouldn't mind stepping up on the scale for me, ma'am, just to confirm." The faintest trace of a British accent slipped into the Dr.'s voice. It had been more than 20 decades since he had been in Britain, a personal choice. Or at least, so he allowed everyone to believe. He'd been going back and forth to Europe when he wanted to for years.
"We've not had much contact previously, I'm Dr. Nathan Milbury, the current head of the Nation's Research Laboratories. Forgive my rudeness for not introducing myself sooner." He bowed just slightly at the waist, dragging out even better manners than those he normally displayed. This new one might be worth his while to attempt to impress.