"I am mostly known as Cable," he told them. "However, my given name is Nathan; you can use whichever you prefer." These were the first to whom he had introduced himself so informally, though he had purposefully not given them his true surname - Summers - for very specific reasons. In this time, not only had he not yet been born, his surrogate mother and father were not yet married, and the events by which his own mother would come into being had not been set into motion. It would be detrimental to tell the circumstances of his birth to too many people, but especially to those close to his parents.
Cable met Logan's stare pointedly, even as he answered Bobby's question. "No, we have not met yet," he said. "I can't tell you when you die, or how," he answered Logan. "Not because I don't want to - I don't know. What I can tell you is that I am from the 38th century, and at one point, we fought side by side against Apocalypse. It's a war I've been fighting ever since my people made me General at the age of eight. In the end, just before I came here, there were less than two hundred people remaining free of Apocalypse's control upon the earth. I don't know where you were."
Casting Bobby an amused look and raising an eyebrow, Cable shook his head. He wasn't surprised that they'd suspect a trap, but the thought of ninjas seemed a tad absurd. "You're perfectly safe here, you have my word," he offered, for what it was worth. "Please, come with me; anywhere and anything you wish to see on the island is open to you; just ask."
Falling into step between Piotr and Logan, Cable answered the prevailing question, "Yes, I did sense that you were on your way, Piotr," he said, addressing the Russian's concern outright. "But what I really meant was, of all the people who might come to Providence, I anticipated the X-Men the most. This is what you do, after all; your area of expertise - mutant affairs."
The slightly liquid-looking walls of the city melded seamlessly with the ground, a subtle reminder that they were on a floating ship. Large windows had opened in the walls of the hallways so that brilliant sunlight shone through and reflected warmly off of every surface without blinding the inhabitants who passed by them.
Leading them through the corridors, Cable took them into the library, where more people either sat reading, studying, listening to music, interacting with holographic computer interfaces, listening to speakers, writing, or participating in discussions.
At Cable's entrance with the X-Men, everyone looked up and those who'd been speaking quietly, fell silent. He didn't often come down to mingle with the residents, and such appearances always drew interest - especially when accompanied by notable guests. "May we borrow the room for awhile?" he asked. In a few minutes, the library had cleared, leaving only Cable, and the four X-Men.
"Please, look around," he told them. "The computers hold an almost complete history of my time, my people, and what I hope to accomplish. I can give you anything you wish to take back to your Professor, as well. I know you have questions; all I ask is that you listen to my answers."