She didn't think so and wasn't disappointed by it. Rogue would prove soon enough that she was there to be a part of a community again just like the rest of them. "Thank you?" She had meant it to come out as a comment but the sudden change in topic was strange. What did her dreams have to do with anything? The last couple of nights her dreams had been more like nightmares as they'd featured the Leviathan she'd touched, one of the downsides of her mutation, but Isabel couldn't have known that. Could she?
"That's amazing, are you a mutant too?" Molly had said there were all kinds of people in the prison and to see Isabel change her hair made her face brighten. "It looks good but I think the long, blonde hair suited you better."
She ran her fingers through the white streak in her own hair and shook her head, however. "Thanks, it's sweet of you to offer but I like my hair the way it is." She'd gotten used to it and had grown to like it and what it represented to her. "It has sentimental value." It was there to remind her that she'd survived and had friends that had been willing to stand up and fight for her. Of course, Scott, Jean, and the Professor had passed away years ago and she had no idea where Ororo was, but at least Logan was around. She'd loved all of them but Logan had always held a special place since he'd been the first person to look out for her after she'd run away from home.