Now that was something she did not believe. How helping the people that would happily destroy her life for something she couldn't change if she wanted to would help her was beyond her. Besides, she didn't want to help those kinds of people. "Aren't you the little optimist."
Flattening her hand she pressed and let the scars recede. "Well Charles, how much do you know about, scars? Flesh?" Breaking contact once the skin was healed again she ran a hand through her hair. "Not sure what you do, sure you do something or he wouldn't be interested in you, but flesh, is my specialty. Molding it, changing it. I've created mutations not even this little genetic mutation sweeping the human race could come up with." She smiled almost proudly.
With a nod to his legs she pulled up the chair so sitting their knees just brushed. "That, isn't permanent. Sorry, only so much one can do and I can't regrow damaged cells, only, circumvent them. Once the fluid stops moving through the little patch, it'll fade. Got a good few hours though."