One day someone would teach her how to control her temper and emotions. Since today was not that day, X-23 opened her mouth and screamed a bunch of swears at the pavement. Now that Nathaniel was outside, she could easily pick up his scent on the wind. Knowing he was there, she looked up to see him leaning against his car. For the first time in her life, she felt cheap.
Maybe it was the smirk he wore that she took for him thinking rather highly of himself for getting to be the savior yet again. Maybe it was the fact that she already knew she was going to go with him. There were plenty of things she'd done in her life, selling her body being one of them, that could make her feel as low as she did right then, but it had come to this. She wanted the help, craved it even, but at the same time she wanted to run as far as she could from the man across the street.
At length she made her legs move, walked across the street with the look of someone defeated and downright pissed off about it. "Just get me out of here," she muttered, sliding into the passenger seat and curling her legs up to her chest. She rested her head against the seat and stared out the window trying hard to keep herself from thinking about anything but the urge to lash out and find something or someone to destroy.