Nova smiled as she felt him relax under her touch, still unafraid by the blades while her fingers exploded the tendons of his hand. She wondered where the metal slid to once retracting, where it hid under his flesh. It was normal for her to be curious, just as it was normal for her to be so trusting. Logan had already helped her escape and therefor proven himself in her eyes, that was more than enough for her walls to remain small.<br/><br/>"Young mutants?" The woman smirked lightly, even though the idea was quite interesting. There were others? What type of mutants, what could they do? Her head tilted in thought, allowing for the purple waves of her hair to easily pool in his hand once it reached out. She made no movement to pull away, instead allowing her gentle gaze to rest on Logan as he too indulged in his own questions about her.<br/><br/>"It used to be blonde, over so many years the color change with the use of my powers. The color is more like a stain, I suppose," Nova rose her shoulders with a simple shrug, it was the only explanation she was every given throughout her time in the labs. During her small explanation she still didn't pull back, instead seeming to enjoy the company of another person close to her. Her mind wandered to the rage she had seen in Logan earlier, to the peaceful expression he had easily donned once they were hidden from the outside world. "Thanks for everything back there, I'm really running blind ever since I escaped.. I just picked a direction and ran for it."