"Oh." Molly shuffles her feet a little, looking down at them. "I, uh, I didn't mean to try to hurt you. I just...I wanted to share my friends with you."

Because there weren't any friends here, she thought. Or rather, there were a bunch of strangers that could be friends, but weren't yet in most cases, and that could feel really bad when you thought about your friends back home. Chloe was maybe a new friend. And Kyle and David seemed nice. Maybe they'd made more friends than her since they seemed to have been here longer? But they had to have people who weren't here.

"I'm glad you got help from Nice-Emma." She makes a face. "Sometimes mutants are confusing, and I am one. I thought I got your Psycho Mime powers but I really didn't! Mine is easy peasy. Strength and invulnerability."

When he mentions Kate and the others, she beams. "They're so cool!!! I want to grow up to be like Kate!!! Just, you know, with punches instead of arrows. Nobody can shoot arrows like her. She is the best Hawkeye."