She was young, she supposed. Or at least had pulled her out of her family and their rigid traditions before they made her grow up faster than she should've.

Mariko glanced in the direction Wolverine turned to with a small frown, pushing herself up off the ground with a small burst of heat to get a better view.

".. yeah. I was talking to this Angel guy a little earlier, sounded like he could use some help. I thought I might head over that way."

She hesitated, glancing down at him after a moment. "Are you.... gonna be okay?"