"I'm a walkin' lightning rod, Stormy, I know all about your overrides." As nonchalant as he carried himself, his tone suggested some real concern. He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked around the room as the half-formed graphics started to fade back to nothingness. "But--"
Logan didn't like it here. Not the X-Mansion or the Danger Room, but here in this universe where the only mutants were lumped in with other refugees that didn't want or care about them. Sure, there was no fear mongering directed at mutants, sure they might be safer here, but they were still part of a group that was being singled out and ridiculed. He imagined eventually the protesting would get worse -- to the point where Tony's lawyers couldn't even fight off the politicians were baying for blood. He knew how it went.
" -- the New York sewers? What's somebody like you doin' in a place like that."