[It's interesting to hear. Interesting and difficult, because Scott doesn't realize how much it resonates until she finishes. And by the time she does, he's not sure what to say. Platitudes die before he can speak them.]

I - yeah. I get it.

[He looks down at his hands too, unintentionally mirroring her. Instead of gloves, he watches his claws grow, and then recede.]

I was - am. Am scared of that, too. Being seen, I mean. But you shouldn't - that's the whole point, isn't it? Equal treatment? You shouldn't always be seen as criminals. Cause you're not. You shouldn't be afraid of it.

[This may be a peptalk for himself, too.]