If she was who he thought she was. Well it didn't take too much of an imagination for her to figure that one out. The Wolverine's offspring. That was a fantasy she'd never allowed herself, the idea of becoming some sort of family with the guy she'd been cloned from. He'd had no choice in the matter. It wasn't like he slept with some chick and got her pregnant by accident. No, she had been thrust into his life without any real warning. Still, she was who she was and Scott's directions were heard as easily as if he'd shouted them at her. She gave no indication of having hear him, but kept her eyes on the man on the ground.
As Scott was leaving the gas station, she looked in at the small crowd now staring out. "Might want to get the cracks in the gravel out here fixed. This guy took a nasty spill and hurt himself." She gave his fat cheek a pat that was almost sympathetic before she got into her Viper and drove off.
It was illegal to text while driving in New York, but she pulled out her cellphone and sent a quick email to the headmistress to let her know she'd be a few days later than expected. She didn't swerve as she typed, neither did she speed. Stay between the lines and drive just under what would pass as legal and she'd be good. No need in getting pulled over. That would be a waste of time. Five miles was nothing and she got there before she really had to worry about cops anyway.
The car pulled off the road and into the clearing quietly; a stealthy car was only appropriate for the silent weapon that drove it. She reached into the back seat for a light jacket before getting out. The jacket was pulled on more for cover than warmth. Scott was not a man she needed to try and seduce for anything. This was purely business as far as she was concerned.
"What kind of a man asks a young girl like me to meet him in the middle of nowhere at this time of night? Really, Scott. What would those who still talk about you say?"