The telepath looked up upon hearing her movement and seeing her standing there, "Hello." he smiled at her. He hadn't really expected her to just walk in. But Charles was still polite. It seemed there wasn't many times where he didnt act like a gentlemen and be polite.
"Charles Xavier." He said extending his hand to shake hers. He wondered if she was a mutant. Normally mutants were the main ones who came to find him in his school. He tried to read her to see. He wasn't sure of what to think as he couldn't read her. Either she had some ablities that blocked his access or he just couldn't read her. Charles wasn't sure what to make of that at the moment.

Charles was looking at her "So what brings you here,?" he replied. The telepath didnt push trying to read her. He knew that would probably just lead to it hurting or overdoing it. He was still very curious by her,
He smiled more "Though I assume you were looking for me to come here?"
The mutant wasn't sure if she would have known about anybody else living here. Though he was willing to help her if he could. He just wasn't sure what it was with. As much as he hated it when he couldn't read people, that made him even more interested to get to know her.

Charles was sure that she hadn't expected him to look the way he did , he could tell from the look on his face. Maybe she didn't expect him to be in a wheelchair. Guessing from peoples expressions was way harder then if he could just read her mind.
"I take it you did not expect me to be young?" He asked her. The Mutant was just mainly curious. Charles never let being in a wheelchair too much bother him. At first he had been shocked and a little upset, but he had soon learned to accept it.