She rolled her eyes and shrugged. It wasn't that she didn't mind. She minded. Every day, she still thought about it and about what it had done to her. She'd aged seven unnecessary years, spent those years stuck in the weakest of forms. She'd been betrayed by one of the first people she'd actually trusted in decades, and that sort of thing stuck with you. But it wasn't something she was about to spill her heart out to Wolverine about. Not in a million years.
"Mmhm," she agreed, managing to keep the smile off of her face. It was a complication that she was looking forward to. One that she was even considering helping along a little bit. Reaching for her second drink, she raised an eyebrow. "Really? Such as?"
They didn't generally spend a great deal of time talking politics or genetics or anything related to either when they met, but it seemed like an appropriate time to start.