"I'm not a mutant," he answered the flutter of a question in her mind. He did not need to push any further into the surface thoughts to hear it. So many people held questions on the tips of their tongues, held in a quick-release trap in case they felt it necessary to ask after they received more information.
"Where I come from it's called Shine."
After a beat, he held out his hand. Blocking any entrance into his mind from the action should she take it. "I'm Dan."