Wow. Logan pulled his arm away, and he was still trying to be gentle about it, but a man had limits. Being groped by someone who wanted to use him for practice was pretty damn close to pushing said limits. He was pretty sure he'd been used enough by whoever had made him a walking metal man already.
He shook out his arm, which was tingling strongly but not exactly hurting. "Quit that," he said as he watched her, a little amazed she was so ... well, ballsy. Brassy. Whatever bold word suited at the moment, she was it.
"Practice doing what?" he said as he rubbed the arm she'd touched, fingers flexing and relaxing as he tried to shake the tingling feeling. "But I'm not ... a Guinea pig," he tried to explain. "You can't just ... go around using people like that." He had a feeling his argument would come out better if he wasn't so completely off-balanced by this entire situation.
"I'm a mutant," he agreed. He knew what his mutations were, but that was about all he knew so he hoped she didn't pry too much. She'd be disappointed with a series of 'I don't know's for answers.