Vision resumed sitting up straight, proper, hands to himself at his sides. He gave a small shake of his head. "My gifts are not so godly, miss," he assured her gently. "I have many abilities, mind reading is not of them." The man looked to his hand, turning one over to see the back then the front. There was a pattern within him between the raspberry color of his flesh and the charcoal black alongside it. He did not wear gloves and most of his garb was trimmed down to simply his dark body suit.
Perhaps they both were in need of more up to date clothing.