Delaney glanced at her brother, and nodded. "She is. She is good and kind, and very innocent. I don't know if that is a good thing...or a bad thing. In this place, a healthy dose of cynicism seems to be par for the course." she admitted.

Looking around, Delaney felt herself growing a little angry. She took the tiny bit of emotion, and sent it out into the world, into a man arguing with his wife six blocks away. Instead of storming out of the house, he struck her. Then he struck her again. Finally, he left. Delaney didn't care. They were Normals...humans. Inferiors. Not even worth her time.

But Grace was a Mutant...of some kind. Passing, at any rate, like Delaney. It was only appropriate to have the girl in her employ...perhaps one day, she would join their cause, after all.