Emma just smirked, she had no problem enjoying herself during this little interlude from her reality, there was no point in suddenly playing the prude, least of all when she enjoyed Logan's company and their teasing banter -she missed it in her own world, the troubles they'd come up with recently splitting the team almost irreparably.
"Team meals, the usual anarchy when you put twenty teenagers in room together," Emma smiled a little at the thought of it all. "They weren't always peaceful, but everyone needs to eat, don't they." Even in the middle of Hope's training, even Scott had to stop and admit defeat to food, especially pushing the girl and her powers as much as they did. Afterwards, it was all just tension and distrust. Not that she could really hold it against anyone.
Sipping from her glass, Emma took to arranging her food, picking out her onions to sit at the side of the plate while she divided the chicken a little easier. "I find them decidedly sketchy." To borrow from Kitty's vocabulary, "The newer woman in particular." There was something rather off putting about someone who put that much effort into a stilted and short conversation. "Not that I can speak too lowly of anyone, I'm no angel. But like you said, I have a feeling."
Emma's feelings didn't come from her bones or her gut, it was a likeness she could recognise. A past she'd walked away from when she was given a chance with the X-Men. But like knew like, and there was something very off about some of the new arrivals.