[It speaks to some great tragedy, that she doesn't know who he's taking about. She never got a chance to really know her father -- his likes, his dislikes, things he did in his long life. She only knew him a week, and it was one that Logan had used to practically crawl into a bush like a dying animal. But she would love to know more about the loud, rumbling bikes, with their strange gasoline smells and how they make the wind whip your clothes around. She wonders if bugs get stuck on your face, of if they have more sense to get out of the way of bikes, unlike big trucks.
Nodding, she considers how to broach the topic. After all, Cyclops was an X-Men. X-Men were her dad's friends. She thinks maybe even 'family', since the word seems to not adhere to biology the way she had always thought it had. He'll have to make the connection sooner or later, though... even if she hates to explain how bad things had gotten.]
... I'm a mutant. I can show you.
[Holding up one hand, she makes a fist.
And from that fist, twin adamantium-coated claws punch through her knuckles, extending in full.]
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Nodding, she considers how to broach the topic. After all, Cyclops was an X-Men. X-Men were her dad's friends. She thinks maybe even 'family', since the word seems to not adhere to biology the way she had always thought it had. He'll have to make the connection sooner or later, though... even if she hates to explain how bad things had gotten.]
... I'm a mutant. I can show you.
[Holding up one hand, she makes a fist.
And from that fist, twin adamantium-coated claws punch through her knuckles, extending in full.]