“Why are you being critical at all? I don’t understand what the big deal is. I didn’t ask you to dissect me and figure me out.” She sighed and just shook her head. What was she supposed to do or say at this point? Regan wasn’t a rude person, but she didn’t like feeling like a lab rat under this woman’s microscope. Regan was taught to be polite to everyone she encountered, no matter what the person was doing or saying. But she was also taught to stand up for herself if she was feeling like someone was bullying her. This felt like the latter.

“How could I have a better chance than you? You look like a human, you can walk among the world without fear and judgment. You can work a normal job without anyone even knowing you are a mutant. You have way more opportunities than I do. I think you are a little out of it from being launched off a couch. Did you hit your head?” She didn’t understand this woman’s logic. She had so many more chances to lead a normal life than Regan did. No matter what Regan would always be stared at and judged.

By this point, Regan had gotten a decent idea of how this woman worked. So when she apologized, Regan gave a slight nod of acceptance. It may have been halfhearted but she had at least said it. “I am satisfied with my garden and I am also satisfied with my second job working at Jacob’s shop. I am fairly content with my life, other than the things I cannot control or change, like my mutation and all of its side effects.” She made a point of noting that her mutation was something she could not change, hoping that the message got across to drop the subject of her mutation all together.

"Rising above it does not necessarily mean having an easier chance at a normal life. Rising above it despite your mutation makes you better suited to rise above it all. If the worlds see a person like you living a relatively normal life devoid of any of your mutation, perhaps they'll see past your appearance and learn to realize you're just a normal person. That's the thought behind rising above it, but being a gardener…" despite wanting to drop it, she had to press onward only because this person did first. It didn't matter though, Sophia stopped herself before she even commented on the idea of her being a gardener, the most plebian like job there could be after waitress or store clerk. While it was true, someone needed to see to the gardens, it just never seemed like a job people wanted to have to do if they could avoid it. Sophia couldn't imagine anyone as a child thinking, 'I want to plant flowers all day long.' Perhaps a child, but not an adult, surely as a pass time or hobby, but not a full time job.

But still, Sophia hadn't stuck her foot any further in to her mouth and was hoping that she didn't get it too deep in there either. At this point, pressing the issue would have been in poor taste and for Sophia it wouldn’t have been any better or pretty. If anything, continuing would have made it relatively worse, and at this point, with Sophia's reading of the atmosphere, the last thing she wanted was a reputation across the mansion as being a person who wasn't well liked among the staff and students. Though getting a reputation as being an overly critical person wasn't a bad thing, because it was true, she was overly critical of everyone, but not that she'd play that hand or show such at all to anyone.

Never the less, Sophia wanted to change this conversation quickly, but it wasn't like she had ease or access to find a good sequitur to change in to. Besides, conversations were not always Sophia's strong point, she was good at arguing, explaining her point of view, and even occasionally accepting fame and praise, but talking normally to people was not among one of best known traits, "If you're happy with your life, don't let me stand in your way. Just know people are going to judge you just like I did. I just did you the favor of saying it aloud rather than being quiet and naturally dismissive of it."

Regan was at a total loss for words, this woman was on a totally different planet. Regan was sure she was intelligent, but when it came to interacting with people, Regan gave this woman a big fat ‘F’. Deciding that debating and trying to make her point was getting them nowhere other than filling the air with a tension that a knife couldn’t even cut through, Regan sighed and simply said. “Ok, whatever.” The statement wasn’t something the feline woman would normally say to someone, but she had frankly reached her limit with this woman. She was rude and judgmental, and Regan wanted no part of it anymore.

Regan was just about ready to leave the room when the blond woman opened her mouth again and stuck her foot so far into it she was going to need a crowbar to get it out. Regan growled fiercely at the woman before her eyes started to well up with tears. She was so angry and hurt by the woman’s statement that her emotions conflicted each other. The beast within her wanted to shred this woman apart, but the human side of her felt like she was just sucker punched in the stomach. Her watery eyes glared at the woman and the look of hurt was clearly displayed on her feline features. “I wish you would have just kept your big, fat mouth shut and your opinions to yourself.”

"Hmmm?!?" well that was unusual, granted Sophia didn't expect someone to take her comments to gleefully, thought the 'Whatever' was hardly a normal. This wasn't Sophia's strong point, she might as well one day learn to actual hold a reasonable conversation with another human behind, today wasn't the day to learn and not the conversation to try and learn about it. But then growl, the fierce kind of look in the this person's eyes, followed almost immediately by tears, Sophia not one of those people who was immune to intimidation. On the contrary, when shown to be up against a greater foe who could probably do more harm than good to her, Sophia was generally smart enough to retreat. The mere shock of a person growling at her when they already looked dangerous to begin with made Sophia nearly leap backwards, tripping over her own heels and falling backwards on to the floor. She was visibly shaken, noticing the tears only after being shouted at.

"And what good does that do?" a little shaken, and surely afraid, Sophia decided to take a stick and poke the tiger woman again. She had a point, just because she was afraid, she wasn't going to back down from it. If this was the end, better make it a good point that she die on. Gathering herself on the floor, she had atleast the good sense to keep her hands behind her, not that she couldn't break glass in the room and hurl it in every which way in order to protect herself, but Sophia had a gut feeling that she'd cross the line first, the tiger woman had every right to do so in return.

"I'm not you, I don't report to be or know anything about what you've been through, but a lie doesn't help you. Either you don’t know what people think and you go about your life oblivious to other people's feelings about you, or you accept other people's opinions and decide if they mean anything to you all. I’m the physics teacher, I'm hardly someone you should or consider listening to, much less accepting as an authority on how to act or be the person you want to be. So if I offended you, I apologize, I only did what I expected anyone else to do for me, tell me the truth," and in was the simple fact. Poking the cat continuously wasn't going about to work probably, but it was Sophia believed that perhaps she wasn't doing anything wrong. To Sophia, the good and bad made a person, understanding one's fault meant learning to use them to her advantage. Her weak physical nature meant she understood to rely on others help or find clever way to get what she wanted physically; the nature of needing or wanting to be better at almost everything was enough to convince her that she might was well not be good at everything, and instead specialize in certain areas. Granted the cat woman would probably lay in hard to her, but Sophia knew her faults, and if she heard new one, they'd be under review.