She shrugged. Alive was good. Alive and knowing that part of you was twisted and gone forever... sometimes, she had to wonder.
"Oysters?" Megan said, making a face. "That's not even..." She stopped and thought. Some mutants called regular humans "flatscans." It was probably just some weird slang with some other weird explanation that made sense in whatever dimension the girl had found herself in. "Okay. Oysters. Are they always like that, or do some people get different ones? Because sometimes I thought it would be cool to have a tattoo of like, a flower or something cute, but I'd hate to have it just show up. What if you got something like an anchor that said Mom on it?" She shuddered. "Tacky."