If she were a bit more awake, perhaps she would have laughed again at his expression. She had noticed the wings, but well, considering where she was living, it wasn’t all that surprising. Some people got off easy with mutations that didn’t have physical side effects. People like Jay and Vange, however weren’t so lucky. Sure, Vange could bring out wings if she wanted, and hide them quite easily, but this whole cold blooded thing was a right bitch. She imagined having wings like that wasn’t exactly peachy either.
“There’s a more scientific term for it… ecto…ectothermy I think,” Vange replied thinking back to the biology course she had taken last semester, “I can’t control my body temperature so I need outside heat sources to do it for me.”
No, the mansion wasn’t that cold for your average person. Then again, even if it was, they could just throw on a sweater or blanket. The generation of heat from their bodies would eventually warm up said blanket and keep them warm. Vange kept giving off her heat, but couldn’t make any herself. She had to rely on the warmth of the environment around her to keep herself stable. It did make Vange wonder if she could, technically, suffer from hypothermia since her body would automatically put her into a deep sleep to fight off that. Not that she had any interest in testing that theory.