[Well. There we go. She knows at least a bit about his past, his parents, his time on the street. If she knows about Bobby, she's keeping tight-lipped on it.]

You know how it feels, then. Knowing every heat source around you, every temperature down to the decimal point, and how much of a push it'd take to combust. You know how you want to, 'cause it'd be so easy, and your whole head's built around making that happen. You must've felt that if you used my mutation.