[She exhales grumpily at that, knowing that he's right and not liking to be wrong or needy, especially from a relative stranger. Though, she supposes they're more than that now that he knows about her mutation and power.

Honestly it's a weight off her shoulder that someone knows and can understand, at least from a rational perspective on the matter. It's nice not to have to try and explain what her power can do to another person, or what it can do to her. Somehow he knows enough that such a graphic, emotionally draining explanation isn't required, and for that she's grateful. Now at least she has someone in her corner, right?

Her eyebrows lift at his statement, eyes absently shifting lower before she catches herself.] You have technical issues?

[But she speaks too soon, and that's not where he's going with that. Amusement replaces the growing concern, and a chuckle escapes her.] Men are assholes?! [That's definitely some mock suprise.] Ah'm positively shook sugah.

Sortin' through jackasses ain't ever gonna stop being a necessary part of choosin' your people, friends or otherwise. [She sighs, offering him an appreciative smile.] Ah just want to be prepared. Ah can handle whatever they throw at me, but if ah hurt someone else? How long you think it's gonna take for news to spread that ah can put someone in a coma with somethin' as simple as a touch?

[There's already a constant sense of loneliness from her mutation, she doesn't want to add fuel to the fire, or more importantly, she doesn't want to hurt anyone.]