Well, that was a relief at least. Someone with claws like this who thought it would not be a good thing. For now, she was just glad that he was on her side. Though if he was who she thought he was, then he was definitely on the right side. At least, most of the time. There were a lot more shades of grey in the Marvel universe as opposed to DC, though that just seemed truer to what Jo's life was like too.
"Maybe I don't have to thank you, but it's not every day that someone saves my ass. So I'd like to buy you a drink after this, if you've got time."
Any more attempts at socializing stopped when she saw the bodies in the room. She drew in a breath and nodded.
"Definitely fire the decorator," she agreed. There was a little trace of sadness in her expression. The people in this room were people she'd failed to save. She never did well with that kind if failure.
She turned and headed down the hallway to check out the other bedroom, assuming that the Wolverine wouldn't be far behind. Fortunately, there was nothing but some musty furniture in there. No signs of any babies, or any more victims. So that was... one plus, she supposed.