"Mutants?" He raises his brows. Especially interested since some had something similar.

"This was a mutation in our kind that was eventually passed down through the generations. The first Nietzscheans didn't have them. We're an advanced subspecies. A genetically engineered offshoot of humanity labelled homo sapiens invictus." Said with muted pride. Thoughts concerning if her own kind shared similar failings danced through his head.

"You were ejected from that one, but retrieved by this one? I don't doubt that they want to maintain secrets. But if the entire population is built from immigration, is that why non-humans could possibly be considered a threat?"

He never got around to seeing the Knights of Genetic Purity back home, but he still had that unsettling vibe that something was very wrong. Admittedly, mostly through suggestion, but it was still lingering on his mind. If she were a mutant (whatever advantages or disadvantages that gave her) he imagined that it was concern for her too.

Morso if her children were much in the same position.