[She blinks a bit and debates prying, then dismisses it for the moment.] Oh uh...I got on a sandwich making kick and figured I'd...you know, bring some down. I used to do that a lot after big things happened. You guys in the infirmary don't get a chance to leave...you know how it goes. [Mild awkward.]

This Breach was...interesting. I was a street rat who failed at dressing as a boy.

This seemed an odd breach for wanting to alter gender through attire. [And he raises a brow. But at the moment he just sits on an infirmary chair to eat his sandwich, and is far less excitable than usual.]

I hope you've not had trouble?

Oh, yeah, well, Scarlet seemed to take the old human legend about women being bad luck on ships to heart. But she was so bad at pretending to be a boy that pretty much everyone picked her out anyway.

Trouble? Oh no. I mean, Richie is creepy in any incarnation, but I handled it without any messiness.

You, I mean, you weren't turned into anyone horrible, I hope?

Ah... well. Superstition makes things difficult for everyone. [He gets up to go pour himself a cup of water.]

No one horrible. Just human. Very, very human. [Thoughtfully, and he taps the rim of his paper cup with his finger.]

Meh, she was okay. She needed to stop idealizing pirates though. The ones who stayed ashore in that place were the lucky ones. You want a clementine?

[She pauses and frowns.]

I can sort of imagine that would be really disorienting. I mean, we mutants come from human families and a human culture, so even if we come back a little confused we're at least used to most of it. But someone not human, who comes from a totally different culture set and mores and all that...yeah.

You uh...need a distraction?

No thank you. [He drinks as she's talking, and then just gives her a quaint smile over the glass.]

It is something like that, yes. Behavior typical of us is not typical of them and vice versa. Even if I don't prattle on about it as loudly as the Coordinator I do notice the differences.

You don't have to prattle for me to feel you on this. Not after being turned into my evil, slutty self that one time. It was so Not Me. Even if her boyfriend was the same person I would have gone for in his good incarnation. [Shifty eyes.]

The strange thing is, my dear, this body feels just as an odd a fit as memories of the human one. That human one simply had a nicely well-acquainted mind to go along with it.

Uhoh. Like...psychic leftovers from being him? [That sounds like eight kinds of nasty.] Or...

[She goes quiet. Maybe he's having a rough time period.] I shouldn't pry. But these things can sometimes aggravate stuff that's already brewing, you know?

[He shrugs it off.] It's nothing traumatic. Nothing violent. Nothing insulting or base. It's unusual. ...But I suppose it's also nothing.

[He takes a deep breath, wipes a hand down his face, and gives her a chipper grin.] I hope you brought some for Dr. McCoy!

Well...probably not nothing. But you're a really smart guy. Whatever it is, you'll figure out what to do.

[Subject change! Ok, sure.] Um--yeah, plenty. I didn't know how big eaters you guys are so I took a nose count and made two subs each.