Gamoran was not treated very well on this world.  The fact that he was asked to tell everyone he was a mutant to explain his light green skin and the yellow markings around his eyes was kind of funny in a very non-comical way.  People assumed he was a mutant without even being told... and for whatever reason, being a mutant on this planet was considered very bad by most Terrans.  Why they treated their superhumans with such scorn was beyond him... especially considering that they seemed to have no problem with superhumans who weren't mutants.  So it was apparently ok to be a superhuman so long as you were not born with your powers.  Maddening.  He had decided that the Terrans who felt that way were idiots of the highest order, or perhaps insane.  Ah well.  He would put up with the stigma of being a "mutant" for as long as Captain Corsair said he needed to... oh and to do what this "SHIELD" organization told him.  At least their technology was not as primitive as the rest of the planet's.  As far as he understood it, their nations still used combustion engines to breech the atmosphere of their planet and had never even made it past the confines of their own star system.  This was truly what he would call "roughing it".  Learning the Terran "English" language was a work in progress.  So far he had just been relying on the tiny universal translator the Starjammers had implanted in his jaw to communicate with the locals.<br/><br/>He had walked to school that day, still unsure of this strange custom.  He wasn't going to question it too much though, since his own upbringing was... he couldn't remember.  Damn it all, why couldn't he remember?  He had a father... a powerful figure who taught him everything he knew, but he couldn't focus on that memory for some reason.  The Starjammers were his family now.  He attended the assembly... feeling a bit naked without his dagger, but he had been told that bringing a knife to school was frowned upon.  No matter.  It was safe with Ch'od for the time being.  He fell into a fighting stance when the armored woman burst through the floor, prepared to defend himself and those present who could not defend themselves... but it seemed she was not there to threaten anyone.  He sighed a bit, almost disappointed that he wouldn't get to see any action.  He stood and listened until the assembly was over, making his way outside, where he could have sworn there was a guy with white hair walking a moment before out of the corner of his eye, but when he looked fully he was gone.  Maybe he was seeing things?  No, he doubted that.  He would have to be more alert it seemed.<br/><br/>As he walked past a group of boys wearing letterman jackets, a few of them snickered and muttered about the "mutie" walking past.  Gamoran was so ill accustomed to the nature of the remarks that he scarcely noticed the hurtful words.  He continued to walk instead, moving toward the stand across the street.  He offered thin smiles to anyone who gave him a smile or a greeting, but for the most part he seemed a bit aloof.  As he spotted a tall guy walking away from the yogurt stand, he moved up and smiled a touch.<br/><br/><strong>"That substance"...</strong><br/><br/>He motioned to the strawberry yogurt treat.<br/><br/><strong>"It's for eating, yes?"</strong>