Oh, ok. That's how it was. Now that it was time to get a drink suddenly Zero remembered his ass? She'd probably revert to the Disney princess again as soon he'd paid for the damn thing. Bullshit, that's what Calvin called it. Still, she had been good to him. Not many people in the slammer talked to mutant terrorists. Especially not ones with a serve case of manic-depressive disorder. Besides, it wasn't her fault she had voices in her head. Not anymore than it was his with the whole 'wanting to kill everyone half the time' thing he had going on.
"Make that two Crown and Cokes." Cal mumbled as he turned to face this other personality Mary had. This was the one he liked best. "Yes it has." He agreed with a slight head nod. "Whoa. Are you..?" He began suddenly as his abilities picked up her latent mutant powers. They seemed to be activating within this one other personality. "You are. Typh. You're a mutant too. Fuck, I had idea." He shook his head then and took a sip from his new drink. "Wow."