Mykel felt pretty confident leaving the door, and swung another chair to sit right across from Sunset, cupping his chin in his hand. If he had glasses, he would've adjusted them.<br/>"Sunset. I think it fits you pretty well. And don't worry about 'intruding' too much," He gave a limp, dismissive wave, "I don't do much between here and my home anyway."<br/>He gave deep looks into Sunset's eyes, doing his best to hide a predatory gleam. He was hoping she had been hurt; Mykel was always looking for mutant blood to examine. There were myriad different mutations, practically no two are alike. Of course, that is the nature of radiation; chaotic, unpredictable. Exciting. He cleared his throat before speaking again.<br/>"Now, excuse<span style="font-style: italic">me</span>if<span style="font-style: italic">I'm</span>intruding, but I'm assuming your hair and ... erm, do you mind 'freckles?' I assume they're a mutation? Are the pigmentation and bioluminescence the only manifestations? Again, I really apologize if it's too personal, but as a medical professional, I am fascinated by the mutations of the world we live in."<br/>He scratched his head lightly, at the same time pushing back a tuft of hair that had fallen out of place, returning it to where it ought to be. He gave his chin a few strokes, brushing an imaginary beard with an inquisitive raising of an eyebrow.