Pleasure at the information crept into Hannibal's eyes. She was a mutant. Partly, anyway. Part fairy. While the fairy part would have astounded and elated his beloved sister, it was the mutant bit that got Hannibal's attention.
"A mutant, you say." His voice was full of thought and the comment loaded. There was an opportunity here to help his friend come to terms with the thing that he was. Not just that he had the mysterious gene, but that he didn't have to look normal to be normal. This girl held a job that brought her into the public eye. She wasn't shy about who she was or what she was.
"I have a dear friend that I do believe you should meet. He has troubles accepting what he is, and I think that you could help him out. He, too, is a mutant."
Hannibal searched the counter for a scrap of paper and took a pen out of his pocket and began to scribble down information. Hank's name, a phone number.
"I urge you to call him." He slid the paper across the counter, his red eyes taking in the young woman. If this did not help Henry, Hannibal had no idea what might. His own deformities had been nothing to the young man, and the knowledge that even without the special gene his senses were heightened had only frustrated Hank.