<div class="floatleft">(http://teenchive.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/emma-roberts-beautiful-skin-dark-hair.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Adelia Martinson<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: June 28, 2016 14:30 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Xavier School: Courtyard/Atrium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A loose fitting pair of dark wash jeans. Black topped, brown square toed cowboy boots. A plain black hoodie. Her hair is pulled in a ponytail and she has a ballcap on her head.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Wolverine, Storm, Magma<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Logan's reaction to her stare and solid grip weren't anything like what she was expecting, at least not given his rough exterior. He smiled at her and called her spunky. Most people just called her stubborn or a pain in the ass, sometimes both.  When he said something about food Adelia smiled, "Did you say food?" she asked, she may have just finished a plate full of leftovers and three sandwiches, but she was still starving.... Damn jacked up metabolism, "Because if you're cooking, I'm not going to just decline an offer for food" she said with a laugh and a smile. She had no idea if they were ever going to just out and ask her why she was eating so much, most people looked at her kinda odd, but these guys had never even batted an eye at how much she ate, and she was rather thankful for that.<br/><br/>When Amara made a face about Wolverine eating a slice of bacon raw Adelia just laughed a little, "Bacon is technically fully cooked after it's been cured, so eating is 'raw' isn't really eating it raw. If it was fresh side it would be raw. Kinda like the difference between ham and pork rump roast or shoulder" she said with a shrug, she had spent too much time helping out in the local packing plant, it was small and was operated by a husband and wife and Adelia had often went in after school to help them clean up. Adelia then returned her attention to the big fucking metal claw that was sticking out from between Wolverine's knuckles. Somehow she was betting that the metal wasn't natural. It didn't look like iron or steel, the color wasn't quite right, and it wasn't chrome of any kind either, it wasn't shiny enough for that. Hmmmm, she wanted to know but she didn't really want to piss him off either. Her body wasn't in pre-runaway mode anymore but she was still pretty sure that he could tear some shit up if he was pissed off, if he had more of those claws, which she was betting he did, it wouldn't be prudent to her survival if she did piss him off. As he started to cook she sat there, wondering if she should be helping.<br/><br/>"Need some help?" she asked him, as much as she loved her food she also liked helping out, otherwise just standing there felt awkward.