When he looks away Emma knows she's lost. It's a bitter feeling, just as it was when Laura left their conversation. So many lost children and none of them can accept help from her. She cursed her other self for neither the first nor last time.

"There are. Mostly we seem to get along just fine. Mutants are likely not the strangest passengers on the ship. There are even native telepaths. It seems likely that my worried are simply paranoia, but-" she pauses, lifting her hands as she shrugs. "I have learned that discretion is better than discrimination. I think that you can get along well here, even with your powers. Almost everything is synthetic."