She's right. I won't touch you. Cal promises, via telepathy. He still can't shut off hearing all the major thoughts, though thankfully its much quieter here.
"Calvin Rankin." he adds, out loud this time, coming out of his room to meet them as soon as he started detecting the proximity of other mutants.
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