You know, Zingo…she’s pretty particular about the people she likes. She likes me, too. You know why? It’s cos we’re special. We are. There’s a lot of folks in here, just walking around. You can’t even tell they’re mutants. Not us. I got my eyes, my ears–you got your skin. And Zingo here is covered in fur. Covered all in hair, aren’t you, Zingo?