His brow raised as he lowered the bottle once more. "That's the rumor." Out of habit his eyes moved over her from toe to head and back down again. Young.. probably a little two young to even look at like that. At least for him. He shook his head to clear it and took another sip. "That question usually comes with a favor not too far behind it. So kid, spit it out, ain't got all day."
Logan shifted a little, letting his bag fall to the floor since he was going to be another few minutes. He'd seen this one a couple times, but never spoke to her. Scents though, he didn't forget. And she smelled like honeysuckle.
He picked up the very faint undertones of a Southern accent where no one else would have. She was very good at hiding it, but he couldn't understand why she would want to. An accent wasn't something to be ashamed of, at least he didn't think so. It was heritage. But, then again kids today were cruel and would single someone out for even the smallest difference.
To his knowledge she was still relatively new around here, at least to him. He couldn't help but wonder if she was affiliated with Magneto. He'd need to keep his guard up.