We've tried to murder one another on occasion, yes... Of course, under the circumstances, you could hardly blame us, but! Things worked themselves out...
[They're mulling now, long, sharp fingers tapping against one another.] We'd assumed he was one of your head honchos! Long, metal claws... snikt, snikt, bub, snikt. You know!
[She probably doesn't. Oh well. Really, it's for the better.] But yes, we're familiar with your type... You left New York along, most of the time, cleaning up your own messes by some of the less admirable mutants, if we recall...