[ sometimes it can just be that simple - people have abilities, have powers, and they just help people. some of them are publicized, a lot of them aren't. karen's first, actual introduction to a hero had been a man that most of manhattan had called the devil, so it's also possible her perception of all of this is already skewed. a dry chuckle escapes him, and karen's eyes narrow a little, not sure she's following.
I'm a mutant.
there is something in the way that he says mutant that makes karen think he's expecting a very different reaction from her, and something makes her think that reaction wouldn't have been positive. still, her eyes remain on him, his hand still in hers, as she smiles a little. ]
Mutations. That's what Charles studied, right? As a scientist? [ he says nobody is looking at that as heroes, and karen... god. truth is, karen feels something solidify in her chest at that. feels her jaw clench, biting back the urge to argue with him.
that's when logan finally pulls his hand out of her's, and karen lets him, sitting back again so that she's sitting up on her corner of the bed. he looks... uncomfortable. looks like he'd rather snort and shrug his way out of the conversation than talk about it. karen sits back and watches him look uncomfortable, something... not amusing, necessarily, but it is interesting. ]
You saved me. [ she says, easily, without any extra weight or meaning behind it. that's all it is. she doesn't think so. ] I'd consider that pretty super. [ her smile turns a little playful, like she knows she's turning it into more of a joke than actually trying to argue with him, even if she does mean it. even if she could turn this into something a lot more intense than it is.
but she doesn't think she wants to. she can tell this was important for logan to tell her, and while she might not fully understand the lengths as to why, she can notice when something is important. she lets a moment pass, and then she lets out a breath, shaking her head. ]
But no- I don't know if there are mutants back home. Or, if there are, they're not public knowledge.
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I'm a mutant.
there is something in the way that he says mutant that makes karen think he's expecting a very different reaction from her, and something makes her think that reaction wouldn't have been positive. still, her eyes remain on him, his hand still in hers, as she smiles a little. ]
Mutations. That's what Charles studied, right? As a scientist? [ he says nobody is looking at that as heroes, and karen... god. truth is, karen feels something solidify in her chest at that. feels her jaw clench, biting back the urge to argue with him.
that's when logan finally pulls his hand out of her's, and karen lets him, sitting back again so that she's sitting up on her corner of the bed. he looks... uncomfortable. looks like he'd rather snort and shrug his way out of the conversation than talk about it. karen sits back and watches him look uncomfortable, something... not amusing, necessarily, but it is interesting. ]
You saved me. [ she says, easily, without any extra weight or meaning behind it. that's all it is. she doesn't think so. ] I'd consider that pretty super. [ her smile turns a little playful, like she knows she's turning it into more of a joke than actually trying to argue with him, even if she does mean it. even if she could turn this into something a lot more intense than it is.
but she doesn't think she wants to. she can tell this was important for logan to tell her, and while she might not fully understand the lengths as to why, she can notice when something is important. she lets a moment pass, and then she lets out a breath, shaking her head. ]
But no- I don't know if there are mutants back home. Or, if there are, they're not public knowledge.