"I'm.... not?" Her eyes slid back the way she'd come, back towards the poor unfortunate man--not a man not human not anything she'd ever known about before--she'd touched outside of the domes. Shouldn't she be in trouble? Maybe this woman wasn't a guard. Maybe they understood about accidents here. Maybe they thought mutants were like regular people....

She wasn't sure whether to feel sorry for them, afraid for--or of?--them, or just bask in gratitude for a seemingly more open atmosphere. She settled for a mixture of all of the above, nodding in response to the question and holding the device she'd been given a little tighter.