She'd felt a little more at ease when Selina'd given her some information on this Wolverine being alright, though she certainly wasn't at ease. She'd met too many versions of too many people to think she could trust any of them completely yet. That she'd have to judge on her own. She'd spent the last half of her life doing what she needed to do to survive; the X-Men and Exiles had let her go soft in a way. It gave her a set of people she felt she could trust without question.

Here, like before, she was very much reminded of how on her own she was.

She didn't know what Wolverine wanted with her; he'd been a former teammate, and in one world apparently a lover. She was starting to get the somewhat awkward feeling that perhaps this Wolverine was the latter.

This wasn't going to end well. Or probably even start well.

She turned when she heard his voice, offering him a smile. "Logan." He used her first name, after all. That made it fair game, right? Her Wolverine and her hadn't been the best of friends, but they'd gotten along well enough.