Nova's gaze lowered to his answer, questions still formed but she was not one to push. He seemed at peace with her company, and she didn't want to shatter it by pestering him. Lowering to fully lay on her back, the woman exhaled a soft sigh and lifted her hand. Fingers ran through the layers of her hair, separating the vibrant purple in silken ribbons.<br/><br/>"I remember being little and going there, other than that.. no." Her gaze drifted over to Logan, watching him for a moment before turn to focus on a rusted patch on the ceiling above them, "I grew up there, and once hitting a certain age they did everything to me. After thirty years of being there it was all I knew, and I would have stayed if the tests didn't become so horrible."