( The voice in her mind prompts a small smile from her, fond and familiar. It's been... a really, really long time since she felt that. It's a little like riding a bike, orβ maybe it's more like smelling old perfume you'd forgotten. A sense-memory that hooks you and drags you back to a different place, a different time.
At first, automatically, she thinks back in Spanish: )
De cualquier manera estΓ‘ bien. ( That's what she tends to think in by default; a muddled mix of two languages, but mostly Spanish. A second later she realizes, and with some conscious thought, corrects herself: ) Either way is fine. Talking doesn't bother me anymore the way it did when I was a child.
( The second question is what brings her pause. Her eyes fall away from him for a moment; they land on the street, a little absent, a little distant. Lips press into a tight line. She breathes in, and breathes out a soft sigh.
Things are about to get even more complicated than they already were. She knows Logan is here. She doesn't know if Charles has met him by this point in his timeline back home, but he must've at least met the man here by now. Mutants gravitate to him, just like she's doing. If she spots familiarity in him when she shows him, she's going to have to ask for a very unfair favor.
Only one way to find out. She holds out a fist, and two adamantium claws slowly, carefully inch their way into existence from between her knuckles. )
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At first, automatically, she thinks back in Spanish: )
De cualquier manera estΓ‘ bien. ( That's what she tends to think in by default; a muddled mix of two languages, but mostly Spanish. A second later she realizes, and with some conscious thought, corrects herself: ) Either way is fine. Talking doesn't bother me anymore the way it did when I was a child.
( The second question is what brings her pause. Her eyes fall away from him for a moment; they land on the street, a little absent, a little distant. Lips press into a tight line. She breathes in, and breathes out a soft sigh.
Things are about to get even more complicated than they already were. She knows Logan is here. She doesn't know if Charles has met him by this point in his timeline back home, but he must've at least met the man here by now. Mutants gravitate to him, just like she's doing. If she spots familiarity in him when she shows him, she's going to have to ask for a very unfair favor.
Only one way to find out. She holds out a fist, and two adamantium claws slowly, carefully inch their way into existence from between her knuckles. )