[Her grip may have relaxed a bit, but she doesn't pull her hand away from his. The contact feels nice and she attributes that to the current topic of conversation, not wanting to read too much into that right now. In fact, her fingers play softly against his wrist, a nervous movement it seems.

The pursed lips of her own frown returns with a furrowed brow as she takes her own couple of moments.]

Ah don't... Know exactly. Somethin' happened with mah power an' another mutant's when we touched. [Made out.] Next thing ah know ah wake up and have a conversation with Zenith.

[Which brought her here and gave her a bit of extra motivation to come here.]

They told me ah was still alive, but given all their lyin', their word means jack shit to me now. [Her eyebrows lift. Neutral be damned.] You know we got chips in our head, right?