It didn't, but Sylvie's expression was entirely blase. "Yes. Comfortable. I'm luckier than most. Not as lucky as some. I can move around without the chair at home, even if my body is more made for zero gravity. I'm comfortable. So's my big fuzzy father. My mother, who can pass completely, has a few qualms about mutation because it was sprung on her as a teenager, but on the whole, she's happy with life. We've established that we don't know the first thing about each other, Fred. If my attempt to inform you is offensive, well, we'll just have to keep working on it. But I'm not going to apologize for being me."
She pauses and takes a breath of her own.
"Well, no academic coursework is going to be forced on you. The self-defense and abilities-control instructors might want you in their classes, though, depending on circumstances."
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