"I don't know if it'll come as too much of a surprise; I'm xenian."

That stalls the positivity, and for a moment there is this hesitant nervousness as he pulls about him the comfort of the ideas and theories that he uses to drive him, to define him. "Or mutant, as we've come to say in my world, although only recently. The next stage in evolution. I'm sure that explains my chosen specialty more than adequately, but when there's no information about your kind anywhere in the world --or at least nothing openly accessible-- you don't have to be a genius to want to find the answers. Although in my case, it's certainly helped."

This is the part where it always gets interesting. "Each of us are born with a particular ability. Or more than one. My sister can change shape at will. My best friend can manipulate metal. And I-- I'm a telepath."

He watches carefully. It always catches people off guard, but then he's prepared for that.