"Of course we can look at changing your schedule to be a little more practical on the field." Booker already had the appropriate paperwork out and ready, as well as a paper for additional notes to help her out even further. However, her questions and requests didn't end there. As she went on, Booker smiled to himself, listening to what else she had to say. 

"We'll tackle these questions one at a time, okay?" Another smile, this one directed at her as he cut in after she was done speaking. 

The first question up was that of the limitations of her own mutation, as well as telepathy. What an interesting question, one, like others that she asked, that could not be so easily defined. 

"Perhaps. Your ability of adaptation allows for you to overcome just about any obstacle you come across. Given all of your senses were shut down, or you were in a sensory deprivation tank, you may adapt to communicate or even see without the use of your physical body. It's all theorectical, though. Adapters like yourself are on the rarer side of mutations."

So Logan was back. Booker never minded him. When Booker was younger, the Wolverine had already started his habit of wandering around whenever he wanted. The two never spoke much when Booker was still Blake, a young student at the institute, and they didn't speak much now. Booker knew that the man didn't want to be constantly psychoanalyzed. "Mutations are natural, but accidental. Logan's claws still pierce his skin from the inside-out, something that is definately not supposed to happen to the human body. Unlike, let's say, a cat, who had space allocated in the little spaces between their toes. Logan's claws forcefully rip through his skin. His healing factor only means that when he retracts his claws, all of the nerves are back to tip-top shape. He'll never not feel pain when he uses them, but he can always get better at hiding that pain."

And lastly, she asked about Magic. Of course Emma must have told her about the Warlocks. Well, with how well the two have been getting along, it was no surprise that mentioning them and Emma's eventual goal would come up in a conversation. Rosemary really did seem to like Emma, which was a good thing. At least someone could get to her and help out the poor girl that once was Samantha Kensington. 

"Magic is..." Booker stood from his seat and looked around the room. "Difficult. Technically, I use magic. My mutation allows he to act as a conduit for magical energy and condense it into a tight and physical form. Magic is real, so a variable degree. Some mutations like Nightcrawler's teleportation are magic based, pulling on mysterious energies to will the world in strange ways. Your mutation, however, seems purely scientific. But, who knows. Maybe someone can shoot mana at you and you can absorb it and bend it as well."

He liked to call himself a conduit. It was almost his codename when he was younger, but Kurt was actually the one who provided him with the punny name of Lightsmith. 

"Oh, and Merlin was absolutely real."