She shifted bodies, one after another after another. "Worthington flies. Charles meddles in people lives. We make the most of what our powers do," she replied dispassionately. He stood beside her and talked about the last time and she honestly couldn't remember what stupid thing the last fight had been over. It didn't matter any more, there were lines in the sand they didn't cross. "Charles taught us to serve mankind, but at the cost of what we were. To hide amongst them like cringing dogs. Why be mutant when you can look and act like a human? Hide yourself and all will be fine." She looked at him. "How's that going?"