She wasn't going to argue with him, though there was a part of her that really wanted to. Instead she simply stayed where she was and let Logan speak. Her eyes remained on his face, blank, her expression bordering on something. Was it amusement? It was hard to tell. Maybe if she knew more about the man before her she'd be less entertained by the exchange. But all she knew was what she saw that one day and things she'd learned from other. All in all, it wasn't a hell of a lot to go on.
The wrench hitting the concrete floor made her wince slightly, though the action was only for effect. When Logan turned to look at her, the humor was gone from her face. There was an odd sensation of butterflies in her stomach now. It was a hard realization for her to understand she was afraid of this moment. He would either accept and have questions, or reject her completely. If she was rejected...what then? What was left?
She swallowed, her nervousness showing slightly. "When Stryker had you trusting him, when he made you what you are, he took as well as gave. He did it with every mutant that came his way. He wanted to create his own army of perfectly brainwashed and enslaved mutants that would jump at his every order. Clearly you were his favorite since he tried to reproduce you so many times." She looked down briefly, wondering how much she should tell him, how much he could take right now.
"I'm the last clone and the only one he decided to let live." Though, as far as she knew, that decision had not been one easily come to.