Everyone's yes, everyone's alone. Y'start to need pardon people.

[It doesn't make everyone trustworthy--Ivar is out there, angry and violent--but they all need to survive. And no one's been here long enough to start to hate people for things they can't help.

She shrugs at his question, her head dipping slightly in acknowledgment. Again when he points out the blood on her face, long since dried (if twenty minutes ago is a long time, anyway). It was bleeding, is the thing she wants to say, but the specifics don't matter.]

Using 'em, pardon, it does this to me. Sorry. Most people no aren't used to it.

[Logan gets it but hates the side effects. Ellie treats her like a child over them. William's interested and disgusted, all at once. And after what she just did, after trying to get into the setting's mind, she's not sure where she stands with most anybody. Ruth pauses for a moment, thinking through where she came from, and hangs a left.]

So. Pardon. You have magic yes, where you come from?

[If she's going to explain mutations, she wants to know just what he knows about the thing he compared them to.]