Cain laughed. "Seriously, don't worry about it. Lots of people where I come from have much worse reactions." He loved the one where cops shot him, or more accurately he loved the looks on their faces when the bullets did exactly jack shit. Then there were was the government, and the less said about their officially sanctioned Weapon X program the better.
He nodded, picking up the Captain Crunch and the Cocoa Crispies, beginning to pour them both into his bowl. He was careful to pour a normal helping, rather than his normal helping. He could finish off a box no problem if he wasn't deliberately careful about how much he poured. When she talked about adding another cereal he glanced up, smirking as he saw the Wheaties box. "Go for it. If we're making Frankencereal, we might as well go all out." Then he returned his focus to pouring the various cereals into his bowl.
He found himself speaking again, without taking his eyes off the bowl. "Got a lot of good guys here, y'know." He wasn't entirely sure what he was doing here, but he was going to take a stab at actually being...friendly? Comforting? He wasn't sure which word fit there. This was actually a bit of an experiment for him. He knew he could be a one man, nearly unstoppable engine of destruction. He could probably tear through an army by himself.
But could he do soft? It was a question he'd been debating since getting out of Weapon X. Sure, he'd joined the Brotherhood, which meant he wouldn't be needing soft any time soon...but eventually the mutant/human conflict would be over. Eventually he wouldn't have to be a soldier anymore. Assuming he survived to the end of the conflict, he would have to live. So could he be soft? Could he be anything more than what Weapon X made him?