up with the wolves

          “  NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.  ”  they immediately interject when eyes set upon them and their cigarette,  perched on the x - mansion’s farthest fence in the night.  “  heal too quick for damage,  anyway.  ”

           “  awesome.  ”  they echo the word,  confirming.  at his caution,   laura holds up their fist,  adamantium claws unsheathed.   “  my skin has knives.  ”

           when it’s become too blatant to ignore that they’re being addressed,  laura relents a response.  “  no.  ”  had it been logan,  or any of the other x - men,  they’d have left it there.  it seemed too blunt for a stranger.  “  waste of time.  ”