She couldn't help but to smirk softly at his warning, after witnessing so many men fall to his claws Nova was sure that they would be dangerously sharp. Instead, her hand softly landed on the back of his, running soft fingers around the areas of his knuckles where metal split flesh. In her mind she didn't realize the loss of distance between them, her slender frame towered by Logan's image.<br/><br/>"Does it hurt?" Nova spoke softly, remaining careful not to cut her hand along the edges. Her eyes darted up to meet his, holding something curious as she took the time to study his features. "Are there others like you? Other.. mutants?" Again she seemed to test the word, as if never hearing it before that night. The woman was used to being called a random code of numbers that never meant anything to her, the name was only a memory of someone she used to be. Though, it did seem far more better to use an actual term for what she was rather than the code that a system simply labeled her as.