Buffy sat down at one of the bar stools and drank orange juice from the carton. All she wanted to eat, shower and sleep though the order was negotiable.
"Mutant? Is that what you call yourself or what other people call you? I mean, maybe I'm stepping way out of bounds but that sounds kinda derogatory or racist. Why not genetically gifted? Or human version 2.0 with spikey claw action?"