For a moment Friedrich studied the other man. Another mutant likely, and a human-wannabe at that. Still Friedrich managed to keep his distaste to himself. The only hint of his emotional state was a quick flicker of gold across his eyes.
"Friedrich," he said simply, pointedly not using his "Fred" moniker. "I am merely a poor relation with few options to me."
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