Charles hesitates only a moment before taking the proffered hand in a firm handshake. He has to overcome this tendency toward distrust somehow, and having a mind around that made sense, and did not send shudders of disquiet through him at the emptiness contained there, would probably do him so good.

"Charles Xavier." He had to stop himself, a mental reminder that it was Scott, and not Alex, that Mick was likely speaking of. "Yes, I believe I am. You know Scott, then?"