She looked back at him as she sipped on her Jameson. Slender fingers curled around the glass as if it was solace for some unknown burden. She wasn't big on talking about her past or problems but she had known Logan. Knew more about him than she let on, of course. This is sage we are talking about here.
Cleavage is the money for any male who looked, and many women too. It worked and it got him his beer. Undoubtedly from some of their own private lockers for after work or whatever. She laughed softly as it was handed over. To think. She'd saved Charles Xavier oh so many years ago. And now it was back to this. "Fun is always something to be had, Logan." simply, she knew his version of fun and generally it amused her , too.
She almost choked on her Jameson though at his next query. As she recovered she laughed. "No. Not me. I'm on my own. A loner. I like it that way. No one telling me how to run my own ideas." she said, smiling warmly at him. Honestly.