After paying for his gas, he returned back outside to find the odd girl. He figured it would be easy to spot her, and ask why she thought she knew him. The more he thought about it, the more he realized she did look very familiar. Something about her was like being with someone he knew long ago.
It wasn't that he knew her at all. That couldn't be it, because now that he remembered everything from his life at Xavier's, he would remember her as well. Scott had never seen this girl in his life, of that he was sure. The recognition wasn't of her, but someone else. She looked like someone he knew, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
His feet quickened across the parking lot, when he saw the problem. From his quick info gathering, someone stole this big fellas wallet. Also, he blamed the girl who knew Scott for it. He wasn't sure why, but it made some form of sense. She did look like a old robber from the movies with all the black clothing. Still, she didn't look like a pickpocket.
Moving closer, the big guy was tossed over her body and went to the ground. Scott was pretty sure he heard a crunch, or a snap. And when the claws came out, Scott's eyes widened. Too bad it was hidden by the visor. With the claws, he realized who the girl looked like. But it was impossible. Scott didn't remember him having kids. Lord, how Scott hoped he didn't have kids. But there had to be an explanation.
As he walked up, she said she would see him. Walking closer, he leaned down to her hear as he passed and whispered. "There is a clearing about 5 miles from here. Longitude -293, Latitude 48. If you are who I think you are, you can find it. I'll wait for you."
It was a little odd. Scott had been out of the fold for seven years, but now that he had all his memories it was business as usual. The girl had to be a mutant. There was no doubt. Old Scott would have tried to help her and get her to the school. New Scott wouldn't have cared. The only problem was, both of his persona had mixed now. There was the golden boy scout, and then there was whatever he was in Alaska. They were one now, white with hints of black mixed in.
It didn't matter. He wanted to know who she was, and how she knew him. He never broke his pace when he passed her. His whisper was low, but if she was who he assumed...she heard it. Moving past and into his truck, he took off out of the lot and toward the location he mentioned to her.