Kit stared back at the girl. He had been thinking most of this time about what to say, taking in the sights. He had also been preparing a sentence, and after a short delay, a robotic voice came out of his......hand, it would seem.
"Two cases of murder, six of manslaughter. I honestly don't care what degree." As his hand said this, his teeth lenthened and sharpened before returning to normal. His eyes darted around, glancing at the other mutants, Vlad, and the sterotypical crazy girl behind him. At the last two, his hair stood on end, but he held the urge to partly transform back. If he could talk, he would've hissed. Then again, if he could talk, he would have had a normal life.