04.11: Harry Rutherford

Harry was not a softy at heart, life had been hard growing up, so he knew when someone had had a crappy deal. And she had had a real crapper.
“I know a place where you will be safe from harassment, and all those basics in life, the amenities… We have electricity, running water, food, wifi, streaming, library… It would be easier to show you. Come and have a look, if you don't like it I can bring you back here.”
Harry headed for the door. “I know it sounds too good to be true but it’s real, and most of the people there are mutants. I’m a mutant, but believe it or not I have no mutant abilities. My magic is something entirely separate. But this place is specially set up to keep mutants safe. My car is just down the street if you would like to pay a visit.”
He hoped she would come up with a name soon, there was no way he was calling someone Dead Girl, it was pure comic book and he hated it. Take the prime ability and tag it with something gender specific, still it beat Corpso or something equally unimaginative.
“We can probably help out with bringing your boyfriend to justice De… I cannot call you Dead Girl, it’s fu… it’s a crap name. What was your name before you died? Or give me a name I can use without wanting to cast a mute spell on myself.”