Molly didn't bother to hide her relief when Rogue passed. She wanted to like Rogue. That feeling intensified when she admitted that her real name was Marie and it almost instantly doubled hearing her mention her mutation. It wasn't as though Molly was anti-human like her parents had been. She didn't believe mutants deserved to rule the world, in fact she couldn't think of a shittier job in the universe at the moment, it was just that she was always excited to meet other mutants because she knew so little about herself.
"Great! Glad you passed. Now let's go back to the prison and you can get your roommate assignment. Everyone gets assigned roommates and a job doing something around the prison to help out." Molly motioned for Rogue to get into the truck with her. "And there are some classes too. Shooting is pretty much mandatory but there are other classes too like archery or CPR and First Aid and some people - " She slid her eyes towards Sam "even help out with just general like - tutoring stuff." Molly felt a little bit like a cruise director pointing out all of the prison's lovely features, but the truth was, compared to a lot of places the prison had a lot to offer. More than just a bed and some hot water. Just because they'd been hit hard a few times - okay, a lot - lately didn't mean that Molly was giving up hope. Not yet.
"You don't have to worry about being a mutant here. The prison has everything: witches, werewolves, vampires, hunters, slayers, ghosts..." A little smile crossed her lips "lawyers." She kind of ducked her head. "I'm a mutant too. Nobody cares."