[She stares back with little to no reaction to Logan's appearance, nor his claws, eyes dark and lips thin and neutral; you'd think getting sharp objects pointed at her threateningly was a daily occurrence. Then those claws are gone, and she feels the telltale burn of slits in the back of her small hand as the injury bounces to her —
Oh. So that's what this place did to him. Like with Wade. The rebound. It doesn't seem to bother her, though; the cuts will heal, albeit in a minute or two. Staring for a beat too long, she replies at last in a small, stoic voice:]
Yo no hablo inglés.
[She can be a little shit, sometimes, she's earned it.]
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Oh. So that's what this place did to him. Like with Wade. The rebound. It doesn't seem to bother her, though; the cuts will heal, albeit in a minute or two. Staring for a beat too long, she replies at last in a small, stoic voice:]
Yo no hablo inglés.
[She can be a little shit, sometimes, she's earned it.]