With a slight nod, Charles led the small boy out of the smaller bunker and back up the stairs. Leaning heavily on his cane, he then motioned for Snark to take a seat at one of the booths the bar had. Waiting for Snark to sit first, Charles then slid in and sat across from him, leaning his cane up against the side of the booth.

"I know your frightened Snark, everyone down there is. Some keep it hidden more than others, but I assure you..." He tapped the side of his head with his forefinger and gave Snark a soft smile. "...they are just as scared as you are." He kept his eyes on the boy, watching every reaction given to him, if they were ever going to figure this out, Snark needed to have a calm mind.

"Tell me about yourself Snark. Your background, your experiences; what are you good at? What sort of things do you enjoy doing?"

Snark was a little nervous about all of this, the guy definitely had some sort of high authority about him that made Snark feel lowly and weak. All of this made him extremely confused, it wasn’t at all like what he had imagined the situation would turn out to be and all he could do now was run with it and see if he was actually freak of nature like everyone else here. With an almost cautious walk, he followed Charles up the stairs and slowly sat down when prompted, feeling a little bit nervous about what he was planning on doing with him.

Letting out a gasp when he spoke up, he shifted his hands together and gave them a fairly thorough rub, frowning a little before letting out an annoyed sigh, “I’m…not that scared…” He was pretty terrified, his life had taken a pretty odd turn and as usual, change scared him. Letting out another sigh in an attempt to calm down, he looked back up at Charles with a frown, feeling a little suspicious over what he was planning with this talk, “What? I’m an orphan and a good for nothing; I don’t have anything I’m good at, just how I was able to survive, I guess”, he spoke, mumbling his words a little, “I don’t have any enjoyments…unless eating is an enjoyment, but what street rat wouldn’t find enjoyment in eating?”

Charles was quiet for quite some time, though his eyes never moved from the boy. He wasn't out to look intimidating, and he wasn't out to impress; genuine care for the boy was the only thing on Charles' mind, and he was determined to help.

"Snark, do you have any idea as to what my ability is?" Charles asked him finally, clasping his hands together and rested them on the table gently, and his eyes set in a way that made his face look a bit more serious. "I know that you are substantially stronger than you look, and sometimes your own strength frightens you. I also know that you have sported your fair share of injuries, but some of those injuries healed a lot faster than they should have am I correct?" Charles paused for a moment, to let his words sink in, but then continued on again. "I know you have a lot of inner rage towards how unfair life has been to you, and I do not blame you for that."

Snark looked up at Charles again as he spoke, his eyes studying him to the best of his ability as he slowly lowered his hands down. He couldn’t guess what this guy could do, he didn’t even know what kind of abilities there were apart from claws popping out, being a blue guy with little blue guys or being able to move coins around. Frowning a little at this thought, his eyes soon lightened up a bit when he talked about him but soon turned to confusion as Snark slowly looked down at himself instead. He had been able to survive a good few fights before, but he thought it was because he was small and had more compact strength in him, he didn’t know a thing about how long it took for wounds to heal but he knew they didn’t scar like others had. It made him a little scared upon realising that, his eyes looking back up to Charles, only to glare at him when he spoke again, “It’s NOT like I-…I-I’m sorry…” he raised his voice at first but quickly lowered it again, his hand scratching through his dirty hair furiously, “But…what does that all mean? Is that it…? I mean, I guess I can be short tempered, but breaking a guy’s arm when he tried to punch me, I thought that was just a coincidence, a one-time thing…”

"I am telepathic, Snark." Charles said, seemingly unaffected by the boy's sudden outburst of anger. "I can read your thoughts, but not just yours...anyone's. Their thoughts come into my head like my own. I can feel their emotions, and I go through their pain as if they were my own. I also have the ability to press myself into your mind, and if you would like, I could find out just exactly what this X-gene has done to you if anything at all. But I know that you are one of us; a mutant. Your mutation is just scratching at the surface, wanting to break out, wanting to show us all just how special you really are. But I'm afraid that your own fear is keeping you from discovering this ability yourself." Charles paused, twiddling his thumbs together on the table in front of Snark a little bit, again letting the impact of his words sink in. "I don't want your answer right now. Right now I'm more concerned about your own welfare. There is a hotel just down the street. It can be your new home if you will allow it to be. You will have your own room, access to their room service for food...and a nice hot shower..." Charles sat up a little, pushing his hand into one of his pockets and then pulled out a key, one of many he had on his person and then handed it to Snark. "It's all paid for, but if you wish to decline my hospitality I understand. If you don't want to be any part of this, I can make arrangements for you to go back to California if you would like. But as I said, I don't want your answer now." Charles then pushed himself out of the booth and stood up, grabbing his cane to help steady himself. "Go, join the other mutants down in the bunker if you would like, Logan is just about finished with them down there, or you may go to your hotel room and get cleaned up. It is your choice, but I expect that you will be joining us back here for an early dinner?"

All this talk scared Snark, but it was a fear that was putting his entire future at risk if such a thing could be called a ‘future’. If he truly was like them and his chance coincidences have anything to do with it, then there was a chance he could finally fit in with a group of people like him. It made him kind of excited as well, he’d finally have a possibility of companionship; then again, the very thought still scared him terribly. Rubbing his chest slowly as his heart rate accelerated, all he could do was nod away to what Charles was saying as it was slowly drilled into his head, “Telepathic…such a big word…” he muttered, fearing his privacy a little. If Charles didn’t know the full extent of his abilities, then maybe it was worth trying to understand them a little bit more.

The moment Charles mentioned food, his eyes shot up again to meet his in a sudden peak of interest in this hotel. That sounded like a lot of stuff for just being a mutant, it was definitely highly desirable and made him immediately feel better about walking into the place like that; however, there was still something in the back of his mind that was bugging him greatly. Staring down at the key, he slowly reached forward for it, gently taking it off him and slowly sliding it into his pocket. He could never decline a free home, free food and bathing possibilities, it was always annoying trying to sneak into people’s back gardens to see if they had a pond or something because he didn’t trust the water from the river, “California is rough for people like me…and I’m not talking being homeless…” he muttered, letting out a sigh as he gave one last glance down at himself before he slowly stood up too. So much to decide upon, so much to think about and yet he didn’t even know how he was supposed to demonstrate any of it when it all came down to it. Looking back to Charles, he opened his mouth to speak but almost hesitated when dinner was mentioned, his hungry stomach almost preventing him from speaking for himself, “…Uhh, it’s not that I’m scared…or anything”, he spoke, looking away for a moment, “But I’d rather find out just what I am rather than it killing my mind later, you know? I’d rather not be tortured by what’s happening to me because I’m too cowardly to find out myself…so, maybe a little assistance…?”

Charles nodded, leaning heavily on his cane still. "As I said, I don't want your answer right now. I want you to take the night to think it over. I make a habit of staying out of other people's minds when I can help it." He said, a slight smile flickering across his lips. "But if your answer is still the same when we meet back up tomorrow morning, I will take a look into your mind and figure something out." He agreed.

Snark was disappointed to say the least, he was really wanting it out of Charles and yet he was holding out on him. He wanted to know now so that he didn't freak out later, he didn't even need to think about it overnight when he'd just end up staying awake wondering just what was going on with him. Frowning, he looked towards the exit with an annoyed little stare before sighing, "Fine...I guess. Geez, it's not like I can possibly sleep after all this..." he muttered, wandering off to see if he could see where the others have gone. It really did ache in his mind, especially when it could solve all the problems this whole business had created. He was ready to understand everything, but then again if he ended up understanding way too much then he probably wouldn't be able to sleep in the end.