It was all Wolverine could do to stop himself reaching out to her, putting a hand on her arm or her shoulder. She looked so damn young.

"Ain't your fault, darlin'," he growled. The heavy thud of an explosion two blocks over had him glancing up the street, eyes narrowed, before turning his attention back to Mariko.

"This ain't exactly the best time to be standin' about talkin'. You got somewhere to go?"