Nova as calm along the way, silent was her arms held tightly around Logan. It wasn't long until she got used to the feeling of being on the bike, relaxing her muscles yet still remaining on guard for anyone following that may look suspicious. But so far, there was nothing. Normal campers with tired families, semis with working drivers, there was nothing that was alert the young woman to being followed. As long as they found shelter quick, they should be fine. For the night.<br/><br/>She slipped off of the bike once arriving at the factory, taking notice once more in his claws that sent her head to tilt in curiosity. Now that they weren't covered in blood and guts, she was able to form stable questions about the man who wielded them. He asked if she was a mutant, like him, but what did he mean? Nova turned to look into the darkness of the old building, not seeming phased as her gaze caught wires and bulbs that normal eyes couldn't see. "My story?"<br/><br/>That would take too long, everything she had to share from her first memories to that day. But she kept it simple, less complex than he might have wanted. Give the structure of her situation, and let any questions fill in the rest. While she appeared in her mid twenties there was a maturity in the way she held herself, "I escaped a base where those soldiers came from, there was a glitch in the security system that I was able to override," Nova turned to look at him, arms crossed loosely, "I'm an experiment, not sure if that classifies as being a mutant like you asked me.."