[He perks despite himself, grateful for Sidon's distraction in asking about his friends.] Oh, they're all quite amazing in their own ways!

[Drawing his tail around and up, Nightcrawler curls the spade around the torch to hold, freeing up his hands for the gesturing that is to come.] None of us have the same mutations, either. There's Scott, who's a boy about my age with the ability to shoot eye beams. [He's absolutely miming this, by the way.]