Clarice’s cheeks turned cherry red. She nervously stared at the self-admitted stranger holding her by the shoulders, as well as the man offering her more of the food she loved so much.
“…Oh my God…”
The girl had every reason to believe the true origin of this ‘other’ Victor. She knew enough of the dimension-convergence theory from her time killers and alleged gods of Asgard to believe it possible. This Victor was too flustered with things that should have been common place. And when she looked at his fingers and the absence of metal coated on talons that proved it beyond reasonable doubt.
The heaping embarrassment felt like snakes crawling through her stomach, which made it easier for her to take a seat in the chair offered to her. She placed her purse in her lap and shook her head.
“…Oh. My. God. I’m so sorry... Okay…Wow…. What a way to start the day, right? Well… My name is Clarice. And I…feel like I wanna die right now! Ugh, like, just, bury my head in sand like the ostrich do.”
But she didn’t say what she did. The feral in front of her looked like her father, but was still a stranger. She deftly avoided answering that question by taking a big bite of her breakfast bagel.
Pink eyebrows lifted as she watched Logan leave while Creed mentioned what he wanted.
“He’s getting you something that might block your powers?” the girl curiously inquired.