[She is something of a blast from the past, but it's been a few years - he'll piece it together in time, when he has more focus on the uniform and the way she looks. The hair is already something of a tip off, not quite the long locks he last saw. Her hand drops away and so do his, falling to hang at his sides with a certain sense of uncertainty that's not his usual look.]

They're not here.

[The X-Men. Still feels weird to even touch on as a topic, after everything. He doesn't know how to address his distinctly different appearance so he keeps speaking on another topic, quietly hoping to hold out on answering any of the tougher questions for a little while longer.]

There are only a few other mutants, mostly from other worlds. Different version of Nightcrawler, allegedly another me. Couple kids too.