Karr, as usual, had his head quite far up his ass, and had heard nothing of this law. His expression shifted from confused to pissed off as she spoke, thick brows pulling together as one corner of his lips twitched upwards in a sneer. "Cure?" He asked, growling low in his chest without meaning to, he was simply a rumbling little feral.
He half hissed, half spit, his eyes narrowing in disgust. "Fuck th' Cure!" he snapped loudly. "I'm a mutant, 's what I am! No one's gonna take 'at from me." He folded his arms stubbornly over his chest, looking quite like a cross kitten for a moment. "Where ya goin'? Gonna do somethin' to stop it all? I could help." He wanted to help, dear God he wanted some action. He at least had enough brain cells not to add some sappy, foolish dialogue about following her anywhere.