Namor was looking forward to meeting the sister of Wolverine, his old acquaintance and brother-in-arms during the World War. Laura had said she wasn't intimidated by Namor, but that remained to be proven. Namor didn't normally intend on making people fear him, but he was surprised when they didn't. It was a change of pace and he was curious to see if the girl could keep it up, particularly in a fight.
His real intent on meeting Laura was to discover how it was possible for Logan to have a sibling in the first place. One he had never mentioned before. Were his parents still alive? One or both of them? Had Laura been hidden away all this time and only now come into the light? Not just that, but Laura had mentioned yet another sibling who was in existence, young enough to need to be cared for. A half-sibling to Wolverine? How did the surface dwellers put it? Step-Sibling? Namor had questions that he wated answered.
No longer under the influence of rum and much more docile than before, having gotten sufficient water exposure that morning, the Atlantean was waiting for her arrival in one of the sid erooms off from the main lobby. Expecting her to be on time was a given. He was eager to fight Laura and witness for himself why she might be called a weapon.
Seeing the girl - for she was just a girl in the eyes of the Sea King - walk into the lobby, he remained seated and reclined on the plush chair he had been waiting in, occupying the piece of furniture like it was a throne. Namor raked sea dark eyes over her form and choice of clothing and grunted to himself. "You can't possibly be Laura." There was no way this beautiful creature was the same blood as Logan.
Adorned in dark surface clothing and a light buttoned top, undone to show his toned torso, Namor's feet were bare, revealing the vestigial ankle wings that he had come to be known by. Around each wrist was a gold cuff that marked his royal status, though the more obvious marks of his lineage were the pointed ears. He stood to step closer to inspect her, towering over the girl as he circled closer, the tiny wings folded neatly against his ankles as he moved. "You're just a child."