Ororo wasn't going to laugh at managing to startle him. She wasn't. Nope. Actually, maybe just a little. Sneaking up on Logan wasn't something she would be able to manage again, so she might as well enjoy it.
Her laughter died down, and she was surprised by how relaxed she felt. She hadn't felt this good during Magneto's whole reign, and now although there was still work to be done, it was a good time.
Her own eyebrows raised at his question. Her bare feet stepped to the ledge as she playfully considered his words for a long moment. "It depends..." she answered at length, hands settling onto the button of her shorts. "Are you going to turn around while I change?" And by change, she meant strip. He could decide what he thought the right answer was. Jean had once upon a time done a good job convincing Ororo that clothes were needed in America, but if Logan didn't think anything of it, why should she?