There's a girl around here, about twelve. Mutant like us.

[Should he have started at the beginning? Getting into Alkali-Transigen and all of the mutant suppression? That's always kind of heavy to start off, though. So he looks for a way to ease into it as he slides some gauze her way and then moves to get himself a beer from the fridge.]

There weren't any mutants born for a long time, back home. Suppressants in the food, the drink. It went to hell, basically. There were a group of kids who escaped from a facility designed to turn them into weapons. They were created with cloned DNA.

[He looks up to Jean, oddly pensive.]

Laura's made from mine.