Lance stared, then looked up at her. "You're a mutant." He said. It wasn't a question. "I am, too." He paused. "I don't know anyone else with your powers, though."
Louise sighed; she looked miserably down at the piece of bone, rolling it around the table with her finger tip. "It's freakish and weird," she said. "I wish I could just get rid of it and be a normal person."
"I only found out a few months ago," Louise said. "I can do anything with my bones; I can even cover my tracks." She picked up the piece of bone, and it melted into her fingers.