As Logan wasn't sure how he could be killed, much less die, all he'd been looking for from Cable - giving him a real name seemed weird, and who was he to judge, after he'd gone by "Wolverine" for a stretch back in there? - was exactly what he ended up telling. He still gave a soft, startled grunt when Cable explained just how far ahead he'd come from (or claimed to have come from, jury was still out).
38th century. He did some of the math in his head, and then gave up. Yeah, he probably would have been better off not thinking that it'd be like living from the time of the Crusades to today. Everyone he'd ever known long gone and forgotten. But at least he'd have a battle to hand, and even something of a cause, even if it was a very bad battle and a hopeless cause. He wondered if that would help. Though, odds were he'd find out through traveling to the future the long way. "Sounds about right," he said on half a grunt, shoving his hands into his pockets and fishing for anything.
Yeah, the place was pretty and interesting and might even be from the future, but yeah, they were all expecting a trap. He really didn't know what to make of someone throwing a fortress open to the world, inviting them to poke around; in his long experience, that wasn't how things worked. And somehow, he ended up being the one walking next to the guy, and somehow had the kids looking at him. They should really know better than to try and put him in charge. He could sometimes talk the talk and walk the walk. "Mutant affairs?" he prompted. "Thought this wasn't a mutants-only place."
They stepped into the library, and promptly got the rest of the residents wandering out for them. The offer extended, he started to look over to any one of the kids who would actually have an idea of what they were looking for in a library...but they were fortunately distracted.
He very slowly cracked his neck as the figure in a costume of weapons chattered on. It was almost like he was speaking a different language entirely, one that just happened to sound like English: premier? Origins? "We ain't met before," he said bluntly, in case anyone thought they had.
But then he was hitting on Rogue, and the boys were getting defensive, and the only reason he wasn't was because his weapons were very close to hand. Turning to Rouge, he shrugged a little. "Be my guest." Really, this was why he shouldn't lead the X-Men. In anything.
Since they weren't getting anything like sanity out of the one, he looked to Cable. "This?" he asked as he tipped his thumb towards the chattering guy.