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“If you two don’t answer these next few questions carefully you’re both going to need a lot of help,”

Isaac moved his eyes to glance at the newcomer in the room.  She seemed to be about his age, and she was pissed.  The woman was definitely a mutant, if one could judge such a thing by the large wings protruding from her back and the flames flickering from her fingertips.  I definitely don't want to mess too much with her, Isaac thought.

“Who are you, and are you human? Well?”

The other young man attempted to answer, but he was so flustered that all that came out coherently was that he was a mutant.

"Well, if you don't mind, I think I'll come in while I answer that," he replied calmly, sliding fluidly through the window and closing it behind him.  "My name is Isaac, Isaac Dartmouth, pleased to meet you.  As for being human, I suppose that, scientifically, that would be the correct way to describe me.  I am, however, gifted, like you.  By the way, interrogation isn't exactly the best way to make friends.  Mind if I sit?"