"I don't know," she shrugged, wind leaving her sails and hanging her head as she leaned against the frame of the balcony door. "I don't have a teapot," Lorna murmured. But by then he was taking care of boiling water the old fashioned way so she just went back to looking out of the glass. Avoiding her own reflextion.
Arms still crossed and shoulders hunched, her head turned ever so slightly so her voice could reach him where he stood, "I didn't think mutations carried over. Your other kids don't have the same abilities you do. Why should mine be any sign that we're related?"