"A freak," Maya answered, with all the grandeur of answering what color her hair was, or how the weather seemed. "I'm not a mutant, the current theory is a chemical interaction while my mother was pregnant. Some rare side-effect of an experimental MS drug."

Maya didn't bother with his sarcasm, she could tell what it was and didn't feel like teasing until her idle curiosity was sated, "And what are you? Other than really unhappy to be here."