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Where has X-23 been?

She might have left, gone back to her own world and returned. She may, of course, never have left. Though since the full moon has come and gone, if she stayed out back, doubtless she slept in a tree.

Twice.

At the moment she's sitting on the arm of the couch, one leg drawn up enough to let her use the arm as a springboard if she has to.

One never can tell, at Milliways.

That uncertainty might be why she's watching the other patrons intently. It may also be due to the fact that X has never met a situation she wasn't entirely socially clueless in.

Go figure.

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Wells is just glad that there's furniture he knows around here, so he scarcely notices the stranger when he starts to head for the couch. It takes him a moment to look up curiously in the girl's general direction.

She looks back, expression level enough to look blank.

This is a trend, with her.

"Hello."

After talking to Ana, Will carried all the preserves up to his room and took off his cloak and put his quiver and bow down.

So he only looks slightly less like an outlaw from picture books though there's a definite forest smell to him, and he still has his sword.

He'll shower after he's enjoyed an ale by the fire in a comfy chair. It takes a moment to notice her, but then Will nods to X-23, savoring a good proper drink and debating ordering something chocolatey.

After a moment--a very long moment in which Will is subjected to an unblinking and intent gaze--X-23 nods back.

She does not smile.

The unblinking gaze makes him tense up far more then he had before, she reminds him of a predator and he sits a bit straighter,

"Fair eve, milady."

She does not frown, just continues looking at him.

This may last for some time.

But eventually she comes to a decision.

"Hello."

"Evening, miss," says Wells politely. "Mind if I take this end of the couch?"

Most people tend to twitch a little in between one breath and the next, he's noticed. She doesn't seem to be doing that.

Huh.

The looking is rather unnerving so Will decides to take a good long drink of ale,

"Are ye new to the Bar, milady?"

She shakes her head, though her eyes never leave his face.

Or maybe it's his torso.

Regardless, she keeps her eyes on him when he goes to sit down, turning her body so that she's facing him.

This, too, is habit, of a sort.

She gives this question due consideration, as well, then shakes her head.

"No."

"Ah."

He's running out of conversation here, so another drink of ale as he gives her a look trying to figure out what world she's from or if he's met her and not noticed her.

Fair enough. So long as he doesn't have to keep the eye contact, should she make any. Right now all he wants is to sit. He'd get the rats to bring him tea, but he smells like predator. He'll get the tea later.

Eventually, he glances back in the girl's direction curiously.

She doesn't smile, just tilts her head a little, still watching him.

"I have been here before."

She just keeps watching him, body unnaturally still.

She, too, smells of forest.

Wells gives this some thought. "Have we met?" he says. "'Cos I don't remember the smell of you."

She's not moving like a normal person would, and her kinesics're all fucked up. Somehow he doesn't think she's going to pitch a shit-fit over him citing the sense of smell before the sense of sight.

Remy was just coming in from home himself, humming something that may or may not have been a French pop song from the late '80s.

It wasn't that X-23 stuck out, really, it was just that he'd been planning on heading over to the couch anyway, more or less, so he smiled, nodding a greeting as he sprawled out into a chair instead, "Evenin' cherie."

This occasions a moment or two of thought.

"Yes."

She sniffs, just once.

"You smell the same."

Very much feels like he's being watched by a wolf, they still walk the English forests in his world, which means he just stays still.

His hands are around his tankard of ale, not near his sword,

"Guessin' ye've na 'ad too much trouble with the demon bunnies, milady?"

X-23 does not appear taken aback by his familiarity.

But she doesn't speak, either, as she watches him, body poised to move.

Wells nods. "Must be one of those time things," he says. "They happen around here, people's time-streams not quite matching up right. I expect I'll meet another you eventually. I'll remember you then."

He's just spent eight months several thousand years before he was born. Time hiccups resulting in strange arrival dates at Milliways? Nothing at all.

She holds up one hand.

snickt

Then she pauses a moment, claws out and sharp.

Then, with hardly any other movement, she puts them away again.

There's a little bit of blood on her knuckles.

"No."

His brow arched, just a little. He didn't need the ever-present low-level empathy to read her, not with the way she was almost-tense like that.

C'mon, he'd lived with Belle, he knew that sort of body language, "Didn' mean t'startle y'." He offered a hand then, "Name's Remy."

She just nods.

She remembers how it goes.

"Yes."

Now Will recently went to one version of the X verse to help fight the Brood, well now its a few weeks ago, but he's never met Logan.

So his first reaction is to put his hand on his sword hilt and swear quietly,

"Good lord."

She does not take his hand, just drops her gaze to look at it for a moment.

X may be considering what to tell him.

"I am X-23."

Beat.

"Or Laura."

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