"Back to Finland? From where?" She sits up into a crouching position, eyes judging how much of the silver she has managed to make go away so far.

"If everything fails I'm sure space programs should advance a lot with mutant powers aiding in them... eventually. When the higher ups get their shit together and stop being babies about people who are different." She sighs. This is not going anywhere. She needs a different method of cleaning... "Not that I can really talk, it was never a problem back home. But I guess that's partly because my father was just popular with the people. Always a helping ear and arm and all that, way too nice for his own good."