Erik recognized the sullen resentment— quickly, and uncomfortably, as it was quite similar to the emotions his arrival to the Proserpina had once upon a time provoked in him. He, too, had treated every new acquaintance as a dubious source of information to be mined, and been convinced that what everyone told him had happened to him, couldn't really be true.

How quickly he'd been disillusioned. He wasn't sure whether to hope it happened to this boy faster, or slower. It wouldn't be enjoyable either way.

"My name is Erik Lehnsherr," he said, patient as he could be in the face of a hostile teenager. "I'm from Earth, the year 1962. I'm a mutant with control over metal and magnetic fields." His head canted slightly to one side as he added coolly, "I could give you my whole history, but that might take some time."