Kyle did not regard her with pity or fear. There was curiosity, a deep and burning one, but there was no telling how she might feel about that. He understood perhaps better than she might imagine, he had been regarded with a great deal of both pity and fear, though for most of his life the fear was of his own doing and much deserved. The flare had reformed him, and now Perfect Soldier had reformed him yet again. Only time would tell if that was a good or a bad thing. He was fascinated by her unique look and scent, but his eyes still held respect and he refrained from gawking instinctively. Only a few months ago he would have been sniffing her from head to toe in an effort to understand her, but the PS project had at least enabled him to contain that impulse.
Kyle blinked, having to pause a beat to place the name. Lorna. Lorna was a hard one to place, just now. He knew her scent and her sight well, but names had been difficult for him until just recently. To be fair, there were so many names. First names, last names, code names, nicknames, middle names, people with the same names, people whose names he could not pronounce. His mind was now more equipped to process it all, but names learned before his mind and DNA were tampered with still posed a challenge. He did manage to remember the name after a moment of thought, and a smile came to his lips. "Ah, she has always been very kind to me." Well, mostly kind. There was the yelling, and the forks and knives sticking into his skin, but that was minor compared to her treating him... like a person. That was a rare thing for Kyle to experience. "I'm Kyle, I guess you know that. You..?" He asked carefully, bushy brows knitting as he lifted and extended clawed, furry hand.