Conner sighed, dropped his offered hand, and, with a very un-human-like manner, scented the air. "Ugh," he muttered, "Wolf-shifter." He'd have thought that living with Todd for the last three years would have made the scent of canine shifters more bearable, but apparently not. Nonetheless, he put on a polite face as he walked out. Then he had to skip out to the side to avoid stepping on a girl's limbs. "Ah... are you alright?" he asked, crouching down as his curiosity spiked. Man, why did every mutant have to be so much younger than him? And at 26, he wasn't old at all.
Groaning, Maya obliged and began to list them off. "Well, the first was Wilder, then there was Collins, Frazer, Brown, Hurowitz, Seeley, and finally Verhoeve. I wouldn't be surprised if each and every one of them was either bribed or killed by the government. Sometimes, I wish I knew who my parents were, just to find out why I was so important to the Elgen Complexes." Maya paused, then stepped back, sliding her hands down his arms until she twined her fingers with his. "Why did you want to know?" she asked, now a little intrigued.




