It took Cain a second to realize someone was talking to him. Didn't sound like a cop or a SHIELD agent, and it didn't sound like any of those x-dorks. Weapon X was a possibility, they were very good at wrangling mutants, but somehow he had a feeling they had no clue he was here. At least not yet, especially considering this was the future. That's not to say he didn't tense up, but it passed quickly.
Instead he just lowered the paper and glanced at who was talking. And then gave her a much more thorough glance. The future is good. Oh yeah, if this was the welcoming committee, he really didn't think he'd have a problem being here. "Hey there." Okay, so a sweatshirt, jumbo-sized plaid pajama pants, and extra-large black slippers might not have been the greatest look for being greeted by a hot chick. "I'm, uh, kinda lost. You know where the nearest bus station is?" Of course he was planning on riding on top of the bus rather than in it, for obvious reasons. But that was just semantics.
Not that he minded being away from that creepy little speedster with the unhealthy fascination for his sister or the fat cannibal. Cain was all for mutant superiority, but those two were fucked up. And besides, hot chick. That made everything better.