"Ma'am's for the weak, call me Jamie," Jamila said with a beam to the young lady. "I'm not much older than you, okay? I mean look, I can even keep up with you." If only she had a mutation dedicated to speed but no, the closest she could rely on was her resistance. And that wasn't even remotely connected to running around like a sexy headless chicken. She'll have to push her limits beyond her mutations, though.
She nodded to the dedication, deaf to Nicki Minaj's Super Bass whispering in the other ear and showed an impressed look when the student revealed she could make her own weapons. "You mean like guns with the spring and the magazine and the chamber? You know there's a science that goes down in that but I'll love you forever if you could replicate my 1911 for free." She grinned again to show she was kidding. Mostly.
"Stealth's something you can learn, you don't have to be born with it." Jamila exhaled. A little more and she would have to seriously consider stopping. Besides, her Pocari Sweat was about to run out. "I wasn't particularly stealthy myself when I started by combat classes but I could beat a ninja if it ever came to that now." She waggled her brows at the other mutant, pride making her look mildly smug.