If he were trying to hide his mutation, he wouldn't be making cocktails with his mind, is what he figures. But he knows that there are different versions of the world out there, and this must be one of them. "Nothing happened to my hair. It's the same as it's always been." Unlike Charles.

He takes hold of the cocktail shaker and pours the drink into a glass. "I needed a job, and this seemed the least...offensive." He doesn't know how long it will last, but for now, it will do.