Mystique, Wolverine, etc.
Mystique had never honestly expected Charles to hold back on Scott's account. Of course not. The moral blow had been the intention, but what with Havok coming in and ruining it (he'd gotten lucky, he really had), that angle was lost.
It didn't matter much. They could still win. Nothing had ever been dependent on Cyclops' demise, and it was all as well.
Shifting into a bloody, apparently injured Rogue, Mystique positioned herself in an alley near Wolverine -- far from Rogue's actual confrontation with Iceman. Out of sight, out of mind and all that.
"Logan." With the smells of battle around them, he'd have to get close to tell the difference. With everyone's blood and sweat mixing together, the smell was foul, even without super senses.