She gave him an odd look as he named her something and shrugged. "If that's a dirty word it's a new one to me. I'm a mutant, of some sort. Flesh molding, just how I learned to handle the power. Mostly, I worked on dead people, for practice. Not hard though, to find those that like the pain. Even if they end up getting more than they bargained for."
She saw the smoke and shook her head. Well at least someone was enjoying themselves. "Yeah, not much for the attention. Mass murders, not my thing, hitting the big players, don't care. I figure I can have my fun and go about my life without anyone the wiser." Not that it had worked, first Stryker and then King. With a shrug she looked around and waved a hand to encompass the room. "Course, that plan didn't exactly work."
Well that perked her up. Pushing off the wall she headed closer and narrowed her eyes as she walked around the front of the cage. "Supressed huh? How? Drugs, magic shit?"