[ Some mutants can detect that in others, even know their abilities, or just how powerful they are. Erik is not one of them, sadly. But knowing that they've come from different realities, he doubts that she is a mutant, at least in the strictest sense of the word.

But that hardly matters, does it? She was in much a similar position in more ways than Erik would like her to be. More alone than the mutants in Erik's world are, too. He's never heard her speak of other powered individuals, so he imagines she has none among her direct relations. It must feel isolating, to not be the same as everyone else.

He knows, he's been there. ]

That's not a bad thing. Being different. [ He tips his head at her, smiles faintly. ] And just because you're different from us doesn't mean you can't belong. If you want to be one of us, no one will turn you away.