[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.]
( he doesn't know what he's expecting when she says she'll show him but, with all the kids he's been a teacher and guardian to, he keeps an open mind. there really isn't anything he hasn't seen before and nothing that could make him not want to protect them to the best of his ability.
so he turns to face her. waits... and that's when his expression changes to one that reads more confused than anything else. not because this is anything new to him, but because it's not. it's actually quite familiar in a way he hasn't seen with anyone else aside from one other mutant.
he's quiet. takes a second to process that. files it away. brings himself back here with laura. )
Dark, thoughtful eyes keeping tabs on his reaction.]
... I didn't think it would be.
[But suddenly, she feels a little nervous. The closest thing one could explain it as, though she wouldn't know the concept, would be imposter syndrome. Would she measure up to someone like her father, with the other X-Men? Ororo and Jean like her, but it hadn't stopped her from being somewhat anxious to know their reactions. After all, her father was something terribly special, even with how everything happened in the end — or rather, in spite of how everything happened. At the end.
( i'm logan's daughter, she says, and scott... is left a touch speechless for a moment. it's obvious with the adamantium claws, even if they differ from logan's slightly. but it's more that he knows one isn't born with adamantium laced on their bones. it's done experimental. like it had been to logan... and that just has scott wonder a number of things.
things he shouldn't wonder aloud in front of a child. so, slowly— )
Logan's daughter... well, that would explain the claws.
( he goes with that, shake of his head to follow for a moment before he blows out a long breath and leans back there against the counter. gives himself another second. )
I, uh— didn't know he had any kids. ( arms coming to fold in front of his chest, he eyes laura there. ) He tends to come and go a lot around the school.
[She nods, calm and unbothered. She doesn't quite understand the implication of the adamantium claws to a mutant who would understand the nightmare associated with it.]
He didn't know he had a kid, either. I was — a sudden... surprise.
[Is that the best way to frame it? Without being to blunt about the state of things, when they'd first met? She thinks so. This sandwich is mighty good, by the way; it's a good thing to distract her from her own concerns over how Scott's viewing her in this new light.]
I only met him for a few days, before I arrived here.
( for the x-men, he means. how they suddenly found themselves with logan— with the wolverine on their team. again, something the two of them seem to have in common.
arms still folded there against his chest, he drags his teeth over his bottom lip — glances around the kitchen a bit before he looks back over to laura who seems more than pleased with the sandwich she'd been given. he's glad. it really had been a spur of the moment thing. )
He gives you a hard time, you just let me know. I'll handle him. It's what I do.
[The small, cheeky look of a child who knows how to absolutely push her father's buttons if he rightly deserves it. She's a menace. Especially to those who haven't made her a sandwich.
And in this way, Scott has an accomplice with regards to bickering with Logan.]
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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.]
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so he turns to face her. waits... and that's when his expression changes to one that reads more confused than anything else. not because this is anything new to him, but because it's not. it's actually quite familiar in a way he hasn't seen with anyone else aside from one other mutant.
he's quiet. takes a second to process that. files it away. brings himself back here with laura. )
Not the first time I've seen that.
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Dark, thoughtful eyes keeping tabs on his reaction.]
... I didn't think it would be.
[But suddenly, she feels a little nervous. The closest thing one could explain it as, though she wouldn't know the concept, would be imposter syndrome. Would she measure up to someone like her father, with the other X-Men? Ororo and Jean like her, but it hadn't stopped her from being somewhat anxious to know their reactions. After all, her father was something terribly special, even with how everything happened in the end — or rather, in spite of how everything happened. At the end.
Holding her partly eaten sandwich, she says:]
I'm Logan's daughter.
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things he shouldn't wonder aloud in front of a child. so, slowly— )
Logan's daughter... well, that would explain the claws.
( he goes with that, shake of his head to follow for a moment before he blows out a long breath and leans back there against the counter. gives himself another second. )
I, uh— didn't know he had any kids. ( arms coming to fold in front of his chest, he eyes laura there. ) He tends to come and go a lot around the school.
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He didn't know he had a kid, either. I was — a sudden... surprise.
[Is that the best way to frame it? Without being to blunt about the state of things, when they'd first met? She thinks so. This sandwich is mighty good, by the way; it's a good thing to distract her from her own concerns over how Scott's viewing her in this new light.]
I only met him for a few days, before I arrived here.
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( for the x-men, he means. how they suddenly found themselves with logan— with the wolverine on their team. again, something the two of them seem to have in common.
arms still folded there against his chest, he drags his teeth over his bottom lip — glances around the kitchen a bit before he looks back over to laura who seems more than pleased with the sandwich she'd been given. he's glad. it really had been a spur of the moment thing. )
He gives you a hard time, you just let me know. I'll handle him. It's what I do.
( even when he doesn't want to. )
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... Don't worry.
I know how to give him a hard time back.
[The small, cheeky look of a child who knows how to absolutely push her father's buttons if he rightly deserves it. She's a menace. Especially to those who haven't made her a sandwich.
And in this way, Scott has an accomplice with regards to bickering with Logan.]