( It's less a Wolverine thing and more a combination of uncertainty and surprise — too taken aback by the appearance of someone she'd thought long since dead through the passage of time alone if nothing else. Being a little feral still from the Void where pleasantries are few and far between doesn't help.

But maybe a tiny little bit a Wolverine thing.

The wariness in her hasn't lessened, it's just changed form. A new kind of hesitation, the curious kind, spent scrutinizing him with this new information coloring everything she sees in his expression, his posture, the clothes he wears. The fact that he just helped her out. )

Laura. ( A beat, and then- ) I don't have another name.

( Not a mutant one, and the last one... well, it's debatable. She adopted Howlett because it's Logan's, but legally... legally her name isn't even Laura. It's a letter and a number. Calling herself Howlett in front of someone that knows Logan, with the risk that it might get back to him, makes something inside of her shift unpleasantly. Insecurity, maybe. )

I read about you. I don't know how much is true, but... they make it seem like you're nice.