She nodded shortly when he asked if she knew anything about the place. "The face is who runs it. His name is James Petersen. He is not of mutant origin, nor is he human. I have seen others throw around the phrase 'Celestial Being'. There was another who was here, her smell was not completely unlike his. They were of the same make-up. One of the more inquisitive humans investigated and found that he is what is called a 'Nine'." She could not help herself as she stood a military 'at ease' stance, reporting to him as if she would have his brother.
She felt no need for privacy, yet she knew discretion and the importance of it. There was very little she shared with others. Though she was growing an attachment to a few humans, and found herself trusting them. Longing for that same trust in return.