[Bigby raises an eyebrow to that. I'll help. Shit, he hasn't been here for longer than a day (he thinks?) and already he's making plans to help people he doesn't even know fight off monsters. Excuse him, shadow monsters. And Ruth's answer, while not unpleasant or unwelcome in the least, is still surprising enough to draw a look over at her. So she's not just helpful; she's ambitious, too.

The more he listens to her, the harder it is to tell if the scattered, stuttered words peppered throughout her answers are compulsory but otherwise unintentional or a genuine expression of anxiety. Going by her answer when he brought it up over the phone, and listening to her a bit closer now, Bigby suspects it might be the former more than the latter. Still, he can't help but wonder if it runs even deeper than that, and he suspects the question he's about to ask will give him something of an answer to at least one part of it.]

Other mutants? [There's no way to segue into that gracefully and he knows it.] Like I said before, you're the first one I've ever met. When you hear the word "mutant", you typically think of something fictional, and you sure don't think of... [He momentarily trails, trying to think of a word that isn't "magic."] ... Hell, superpowers?