He lets her talk, and wonders what his life would have been like had he told his family he was a mutant before he left home.

The "I'm leaving now, thanks for all the bloody memories and oh by the way I'm a fucking mutant" thing he'd pulled before walking out the door of his parents' house had been...

Well.

"I never really fit in anywhere, either," he comments. "But I don't think it's a specifically mutant problem. Common among mutants, yeah, but...it always seemed more of a people problem to me."

He gazes at her. "Muir was good. You seemed happy there, for a bit."