Well. Technically yes.

(Poor kid.)

She tots up the results because she's supposed to, not because there's any chance that he didn't pass.

"They're going to want you to take some physical tests, too, that I'm not qualified to administer and that require equipment I don't have here, and they'll want to check you for the X-Gene."

"Okay."

She takes him across town to a testing facility where a very dubious proctor puts Martin through several obstacle courses and other physical tests.

He is fearsomely dedicated to passing these tests. With a little creativity on some of the obstacle courses, and a very narrow margin of error on some of the physical tests, and the occasional box to stand on, he succeeds.

The proctor is surprised and impressed! Carlotta is smug. And then they want to draw a bit of blood for the gene testing.

Yes all right.

And after that they can go out to dinner. Carlotta is attempting to feed him as many different kinds of things as possible in an attempt to elicit preferences without actually demanding them.

His opinions continue to be 'food: yes'.

Poor kid.

She takes him home and starts pre-emptively subtly threatening some of the more egregious Battle School administrators. There have been Unpleasant Incidents in the past and she does not want a repeat with this child she has taken under her protection.

He reads voraciously and avoids social interaction where possible.

She leaves him alone where this is feasible, then.

A few days later: "Martin, the test results came in."

He looks up from his latest ebook. "And what was the result?"

"Positive. Probably you won't manifest until puberty, but given the uncertainty about your actual age it's theoretically possible to have happen any time now."

Thoughtful nod.

"Battle School shuttle leaves in a few days. Is there--anything else you wanted to do on Earth, first?"

"I don't think so." Pause. "Thank you."

"You're very much welcome."

He tries a smile. It works somewhat better than most of his previous smiles.

Awww.

She continues not to impose social interaction on him where unnecessary over the next few days.

His stress level continues to gradually decrease.

Aaaaand then he has to go off to Battle School. Well. Hopefully that works out better than her worst nightmares.

If he notices her worrying about him, he doesn't mention it.

That's not really surprising.

Eventually it is time to take a flight to somewhere more accommodating of spaceship launches than London.

He reads on the plane ride. He reads kind of constantly.

This is not normally a concern she has but wow she hopes Battle School doesn't fail to be sufficiently intellectually stimulating for him.

They reach the spaceship. She says goodbye.