[Raised eyebrows, incredulous, but there's an air of good humour that hasn't dissipated. This is comfortable. Quicker than it ought to be. Quicker than it ever has been, for Richard.]
Now you're just screwing with me. [Except he'd be able to tell if he was.] Mutants?
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Now you're just screwing with me. [Except he'd be able to tell if he was.] Mutants?