[He's used to the reaction; even though he's spent years living among other mutants, he's still had to interact with perfectly normal people who aren't used to just having a voice plunked into their minds. Amazon delivery drivers, for example... though they don't actually seem to care. They've clearly seen too much.
The accent niggles at something in his memory again, but he dismisses it as simply reminding him of his ex girlfriend. If he knew that his own was making it seem likely that he was a wizard, he'd probably be torn between offense and amusement.]
~By spinning wheels? Or do you mean me?~ [He taps the leather bindings wrapped around his face.] ~Can't talk, sorry. Can't read yer mind either, don't worry.~
:D
The accent niggles at something in his memory again, but he dismisses it as simply reminding him of his ex girlfriend. If he knew that his own was making it seem likely that he was a wizard, he'd probably be torn between offense and amusement.]
~By spinning wheels? Or do you mean me?~ [He taps the leather bindings wrapped around his face.] ~Can't talk, sorry. Can't read yer mind either, don't worry.~