Daisy smiled and happily shook the other mutants hand, listening to him explain his involvement. “Well, I think what you did was plenty heroic.” The opossum girl nodded her head and crossed her arms, like she was agreeing with what she’d just said herself. “You’re a good person for standing by your friend.” She smiled, tail swinging much wider behind her. She was still excited, though trying her best not to look it, because of the chance to finally talk to another mutant. In all honesty, he wanted to ask him about his mutation. It looked much more than her own, but in her mind, she considered them the same, and that excited her. 

“May I ask your name?” she inquired then, hoping that she could make a friend out of this interaction. Both he and his friend—Trey, she recalled him saying—seemed like nice people, and nice people were the sorts she was hoping to meet.