That's... not what she'd expected. The intent behind his little speech is clear, and she appreciates it more than she could ever say, but there's also a part of her that flinches at the mention of a child being looked on with pity or horror for any reason. Mutant or baseline, children should be loved, not hated or feared.

"Thank you." It's all she can manage to say, and even then the two simple words come out in a hushed tone, as if she's afraid of speaking any louder in case he might decide to take back the things he's said.