Laura's never had a problem with bragging. It's about knowing who's in charge, who's strong, and who needs to be protected. This boy is young, obviously, and likely needs protection. She wants to make it clear she can provide it, and that fighting her is not a good idea.

But she's not sure she wants to show her entire hand just yet. She's already made it clear she's a mutant, and called herself Wolverine. This boy hasn't reacted to either. Maybe secrets are better? She's not sure.

She's never known anyone who didn't know exactly who she was with a look. Not really.

"Laura," she says. "Do you have a name?"

She sits, idly kicking her feet against the table she landed on, no longer in a prowling stance.