Ororo knew the horse would understand her before it spoke. The way it had turned its head - like a human who had been caught doing something they'd rather not have anyone see - was not just an animal hearing a noise. Then, there were eyes glowing like rubies with a fire in them and a voice that ennunciated words so well it should really not come from a horse's mouth.
However, Ororo had seen stranger. When the horse was so unexpectedly courteous, she bowed gracefully. "Be welcome if you come in peace as well," she said, wiping an errant strand of long white hair back behind her ear.
"The son of Loki? I hear he has been seen around the institute with Victor Creed." She cocked her head. Loki was a shapeshifter; it wouldn't be surprising that his son was, too. "I just saw you in chains. Who was keeping you?" And had they let him go on purpose? Was there a good reason he'd been restrained? For now, she did not place her feet on the ground.