"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna take food from him," said Mattie. "I mean, for all I know he's the one who put that freaky-ass rock out there where you'd fall on it. I don't even want you somewhere where he's living, but it wouldn't exactly be wise to move you. Anyways, I took care of myself just fine for three years with no run-ins with other mutants––I'll be fine out there." Seemed pretty logical to her. Based on her own experience, it seemed like freaks such as herself and Nick were few and far between. 

She hesitated at the door and turned her head to look at him. He was so vulnerable, and she was just heading out for a stroll... 

But she went anyway. She needed the air, and she needed to clear her head.