[It starts to seep through very, very slowly, in little bits and drops, that he isn't quite acting like her father. He doesn't act as if he has all the answers, hasn't spoken once about the mutant race. There's no disdain in his tone, no biting remarks, nothing of the harder side she knows all too well in her father.

The fact that he seems to find the situation as awkward and be as much at a loss about it as her keeps her from lashing out to cover her fear. Instead she takes a few steps away, almost stalking to the sidewalk as if the sudden movement will help jog her thoughts better and allow them to fall into place better. It's the best way she can think of to hide the fact that she is putting some distance between them, before turning to face him again.]

And no one saw fit to tell me that you or they were also here. You haven't told me what Ms. Frost told you, however. You know my mutant name, but what else do you know about me? Or our...[She can't say the world relationship]...history?