[ Even with her gaze coming to lower as he takes care to wrap her bleeding finger, she can feel his gaze upon her, feel the care he takes in seeing to it that she's not bleeding all over herself of the shop's floors... and she can't quite bring herself to look up to him again. At least not yet.

She's the one to take her hand back, to let fingers curl into her arm as teeth drag over her lower lip and she shakes her head before giving the ghost of a smile across her lips. Funny how she doesn't know how true that is for him. ]

Recently. [ She sighs. ] But not this very second.

[ She's dressed in her black uniform and what with her hair short, it isn't all that hard for Logan to guess exactly what point in time she's drifted into this dream world from. ]

I can't make any contact with the others.

[ Scott, The Professor, Ororo... she looks up to Logan then, eyes soft. ]

You're the only familiar face I've seen here so far.

[ And even then, he still looks so different to moments that wasn't at all very long ago to her. Which is why she looks to him with that soft gaze and parted lips before she allows herself to smile a little more comfortably. ]

You're older. But I still feel it's you.