He held his hand out to help her off the makeshift elevator, keeping his eyes on hers and absently patting Bethany on the head with his other hand. The little girl didn't quite wrap her arms around his waist, but she was tucked up against his leg, exchanging rude faces with Jacob.
"You'll be pleased to know I have made progress on your problem. It's not much, considering how busy I've been with the trouble in New Orleans. But I have determined that your mutation is a mental trigger rather than a phsyical on. Meaning only that it's triggered via the brain functions as opposed to any other system in your body."