"You better not."

She's not letting go anytime soon, and if Remy feels her vibrating, almost trembling, Noriko's unlikely to admit it. But for the past months at home she's grown almost used to the frighteningly small current number of mutants, the two hundred that she could name and list without thinking, and as soon as she'd gotten past the shellshock of that she'd been here, alone, without anyone else who could understand.