There's a deep growl as Des's eyes flash. "They dare not" The younger wrapped a arm around the other's shoulders, a odd gesture for her. "Mutants are protected now, or supposed to be. If they find you they will send you back, right? So why not become someone else?" She raises a brow. "Take another name, take another place." The hooded teen grumbles, "Curse my soft heart, I'll help. Just don't go blabbing, I'm a cold-hearted girl, and I like it that way." Rubbing her forehead Desdemona sighed in pain. "Look, I hate people. I hate all people. Mutants, and normal people! I'm the one saying this and I can't believe I am, but go." She nods to the building. removing her arm to jam her hands into her pockets. "Speak to the Head- or whatever. If that doesn't work..." A grimace crosses her shadowed face. Why was she doing this-? Why?! Desdemona already knew the answer. Because this girl needed help, because she was completely in need of it. Because humans were the animals, the monsters. It was unlike her. Yeah, and that didn't make it any easier to be caring. Caring got you hurt, and she couldn't help but sympathize with the girl's plight. Curse her soft heart. Why was she risking this girl then? Des closed her eyes. The answer was not a nice one. It was hard and cold and vile. Survival. A test.