"But," He raised a finger at the girl and shook his head. "Your mutation only grants you a means for survival. That is not the same thing as actually living." There were gaps to cross and bridges to build if he was going to get anywhere with helping Rosemary. He wasn't a woman, and he was sure that he'd never be able to fully comprehend what was going through her mind, but that wasn't going to stop Booker from doing all that he could to help her. There might not be a time where she would fully open up to him, but Booker was a patient man. He would wait as long as need be, even long after where her mutation kept her alive and he nothing but ground dust floating across the earth. He wasn't going to make her take this big first step against her own will, especially not since he didn't have anything equal to offer for her help in him helping her. "But, the Professor assigned a period out of your day to see me. Talking to me counts as a class, and not making any progress, or just talking to me at the bare minimum, may keep you from graduating."