The redhead gave Alma's hand a firm shake. Or at least as firm as her little hands could manage. "Kaitlyn," she replied.

Kaitlyn answered the next question by shaking her head. "Nope. I sorta... stopped going to school after evolving," she shrugged. "But I still learn stuff; I got a private tutor at the Sanctuary, and the people who adopted me teach me a lot, so there's that."

The little girl gave Alma’s hand a firm shake, and she answered with a curt “Kaitlyn”.

“Very nice to meet you,” Alma said again, trying hard not to grin. She was so young, and yet so business like. The sharp contrast was kind-of adorable, which was a sentiment that a precocious young girl would not appreciate.

The little redhead explained her situation—that was a typical response, for the most part. Many children ceased going to school once their mutation emerged. What was peculiar was that she didn’t go to Xavier’s shortly thereafter. Nearly all people went to mutant schools afterwards, Xavier’s or otherwise. Kaitlyn explained that she had, however, received a tutor at the Sanctuary, and that she’d learned things from her surrogate family.

“Ah, I see,” Alma said with a nod of her head, “At least you have a tutor.”

Alma fixed her hair, “I have not heard of Sanctuary, though—what is that? A Catholic-run children’s home-?” No, wait… Kaitlyn had just said she’d been adopted, which meant no childrens’ homes, no orphanages or any of the likes, “Or a Christian mutant school?”

"Christian?" She didn't know whether to feel more disgusted or amused by that thought. "No, no no no. It's definitely not that. We used to have a chapel, but, uh..." What could be said about that place? Kaitlyn had seen it only once, and that was one time too many. Its destruction was well-deserved; even the people who'd used it didn't have much good to say about it.

She shrugged. "We never did any Churchy stuff with it, anyway. And the Sanctuary's not just for kids. It's a place where mutants can live for free, 'cause the rest of the world thinks we suck." This last statement was very matter-of-fact.

Alma inclined her head. Perhaps it was narrow-minded of her to think such things, but that kind of mutant outreach sounded like a rather “churchy” thing to do. She nodded her head quietly, as if what was being said made perfect sense. As she continued onward, the mutants’ ears twitched at those words. A place where mutants lived for what? She inclined her head.

“As in… you don’t have to pay… anything?” Alma mused, stroking her chin. Interesting…

“Because I, uh, happen to be in a transitional phase, at the present time,” Alma explained. That was a fancy way of saying homeless, but Alma hesitated to use such terms, “And, I haven’t much money, so I like the sound of such a place.”