Demanding huh? He had no idea. "I'll hold you to that," she assured him. "They should have warned you about me. I fill up a lot of my time with poking other people with a stick to see how their mutations work and if my metal alloys can take abuse and generally just to sate my own curiosity. You, being shiny and new and willing, may become my new favorite test subject. Which will probably be a relief to Sam, but Paige might get jealous."
She didn't want to talk about her parents anyway. Even if they were still alive, there was nothing she could do about it until Hank found the cure to the virus. Until then, her place was here, helping out. She'd accepted that long ago.
"I'm not the type," Lorna admitted. "And most of the single guys around here are too young, busy, or gay." He'd find this out anyway, since they were all pretty open about it. "Anyway, I don't have time for it." Which was a lie, but it was a pretty good one and she almost sounded like she believed that.
Lorna was glad to change the subject again. Her lack of any kind of sex life, let alone a love life, was almost more depressing than any of the other topics they'd discarded. So, onward.
"I said at least," she reminded him. "Don't push your luck, Cajun. I'm actually starting to like you." Lorna chuckled as he asked why he was interesting. "Your deep intellectual conversation abilities and modesty," she deadpanned, then laughed. "Mostly your energy signature. But your sense of humor's helping too." She tool the empty container and the funnel from him. "Sure." Moving back to clean them out, she turned the key in the ignition with her powers, falling silent so he could listen.