ain't no rest for the wicked
She tapers down annoyance, and the instantaneous retort that no it’s not a prison it’s great it’s the only place where I’m safe because she almost hear Scott’s voice in her head—you don’t know him from Adam, don’t give any viable information. So she shuts her mouth—Rogue would be shocked.
“It’s not that bad,” she says, maybe a bit too defensively. “And I’m 18. I can go where I want.” Like a gutted, wrecked city for example. “And—and how do you know where I’m from anyhow?”
Does he know she’s an X-Men? She’s only been recently added to the team, and very relucantly by Scott. Professor Xavier had insisted because she had wanted it so bad. Though she was ninety percent positive that all the begging and cajoling in the world wouldn’t have swayed Professor X unless he really, really thought she was capable.
It gave a girl a warm fuzzy feeling, thinking she was kick-ass enough to be part of the coolest team ever.
"Oh, you know," Wade replies with a shrug. "I'm kinda floating between places to live at the moment and the school just happens to be one of the places I've floated to. Seen you around."
He pauses for a moment, quickly evaluating what he's just said. "Uh, and I say that in the least creepy way possible because if Logan knew I was hanging around, he'd have my head. Again. You probably shouldn't tell him I've been talking to you, uh..."
"Say, what is your name?" he asks, extending his hand politely. "I'm Wade. Sorry, everyone died before they could teach me manners."
