In a brief span of time Charles goes through a roller coaster of emotions. First there is disappointment that Jack is not a mutant. He can't help but feel that such powers, cryokensis and flight would be fascinating to study and learn about from the scientific standpoint of genetic mutation. But a 'Spirit of Winter' sounds more like mythology and magic, concepts that Charles has always appreciated in an academic sense but never truly believed in.

Of course he never believed in imps or faeries and look where that got him.

So he quickly squashes the disappointment and focuses on the intriguing nature of Jack himself. Up close the young man does have an almost fae appearance with his lightness of movement, pale skin and eyes. But there is also something that speaks of mischief, which has Charles smiling as he loops his hands together.

"I have to be honest," he said. "I do not have a great deal of experience with the idea of a 'Spirit of Winter'. I look at winter from a more scientific approach and in other circumstances, would look at your abilities as a genetic mutation."

He paused briefly and looked around the landscape just beyond the Station, before his eyes came back to Jack and his expression shifted to something slightly sheepish.

"However, in the past couple of days I've been forced to reevaluate my way of looking at things. Are you native, to this world?"