Longshot winced as she patched his injury. "I guess?" he said. "Like I said, none of this mutant stuff rings any bells. I woke up of a few weeks ago in an alley. I was really badly wounded and couldn't remember anything. Rita took me in. She said somebody probably beat me up and robbed me because I'm a mutant." He shrugged. "Everything was shiny until today when those soldiers showed up and demanded I go with them. Which just did not sound like a good idea. So I ran."
He shrugged helplessly. "I remembered it's something that happens," he explained. "My eye lights up when it happens, but I can't control it. I can touch things and see things about the last person who touched it. Or touch a person and know what they're thinking. That I can control. So I guess, yeah?"