The heavy-set Swede thumped her desk with the flat of her hand and grinned. She leaned backwards a bit, enjoying how the back of her chair supported her and tilted just slightly as she did so. "The desk is excellent, and the chair too. This'll be perfect."
Folding her arms together, Lizzie looked toward the ceiling and thought. Questions? Well, of course. A thousand. But ones that were important right this very second? The language barrier made her freeze up for a second. Then she looked back at Adam. "Well, first of all, I'd like to know where to find emergency telephone numbers, information about students, that sort of thing. Have you written out routines to follow or do you just know them by heart?"
Looking around, she thought a bit and added: "Also, when I order supplies, do I go through you or where are the forms to fill in - you know, stuff like that. I need to get a lot of protein shakes and similar here, so I can give it to people if I have to heal them. And that brings me back to the student information too, if anyone's a vegan, allergic or anything."
She made a little gesture with her hands, growing more animated as she spoke. The chair squeaked slightly under her as she moved her weight around. "I've not worked extensively with mutants before, but from what I've noticed, there's like a few groups. One," she counted on her index finger, "are the ones that feel like most humans, those are usually ones that you'd not notice. Like... well, like when I shook hands with you, I'd put you with them I think." She grinned, but it was a bit bashfully. It felt a bit preposterous to have sorted him in a group that quickly and then tell it to his face.
"It's sort of like with languages, group one is just a different accent. Then group two," she lifted two fingers, "are sort of like humans but their bodies do something extra. Usually that's no big problem either. I put myself down as a two. Group three though," she continued, three fingers lifted, "that's more like French and Italian. That's when people start feeling weird, but they're still close enough that I can more or less figure out at least how to not harm them and hopefully do some good."
Pausing, she tilted her head slightly and frowned. "Like... I saw him on TV a while ago, that guy who can turn to metal. I figure he'd probably be a number three. Or the shapeshifter you told me about. And then..." She shrugged. "Then number four is like being raised in Kentucky and tossed down in Malaysia. No relation at all and only vague hints through body language. I met a girl once who swore her dad was an alien. Looked human and all, but it was weird... I got goosebumps just touching her."
Smiling slightly, she spread her hands apologetically. "Sorry for babbling on like that, but anyway; my question was, if there are any people you know that you think would be a three or a four, it'd be good if I could meet them before anything happens, if anything should happen suddenly. Ones or twos I ought to be able to handle, if nothing really major happens."