[She nods, curtly. There is a lot she could say, so much pain stacked up from her childhood all the way through adulthood. But most of it she holds so tightly to her chest she's unlikely to ever tell anyone, least of all someone she's just met. Even if Eddie seems to be a nice kid. Her parents leaving her for dead, living on the streets for years, friends murdered and experimented on... her son, whom she thought had died only to find him alive and forced into a fighting ring.] I've faced my fair share.
But in some ways I'm lucky. I can hide a lot easier than some mutants. Since I can look like anyone. [To put a solid point on that fact she does more than make it look like she's wearing clothes. Scales ripple and Eddie is suddenly faced with a blonde woman, with pale skin, and blue eyes.]
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But in some ways I'm lucky. I can hide a lot easier than some mutants. Since I can look like anyone. [To put a solid point on that fact she does more than make it look like she's wearing clothes. Scales ripple and Eddie is suddenly faced with a blonde woman, with pale skin, and blue eyes.]