"I think I would." Her purple eyes darken as caution colors her features with her next movement. Stepping toward him she gently takes his hand in her own, managing to enclose her palm around several of his fingers, yet reluctant to fully embrace him in a hug.
"You're not in charge." Her father was and the longer she was around this man, the more in tune that she felt with technology. A natural affinity for technology was a gift that both of her parents possessed and it set off red flags in her head. Narrowing her eyes she looked at him a little differently, all the pieces starting to fall together. "My dad's the only one who can make me leave."
"I don't know you..." She was five and already her senses and skills were more advanced than most. Due in part to her hybrid physiology of mutant and Kryptonian and due in part to her ability to imprint the skills and powers of others. His scent instilled an instant sense of calm in her, the same way that her mother's did. He didn't look like anybody she knew, but he felt like somebody she did. "I'm not sure."
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