So much taller. Raven noticed, but it wasn't the time or the place to point it out. Not that she was ever one to hold back from hitting on Logan. No matter what shape he took.
She'd hacked into SHEILD databases before, and from there into the systems of various government agencies. There was no shortage of intel on her part. She had dirt on just about everyone. This was different though. She felt deeply unsettled discovering information like that in a place like this.
"Files on you?" Her eyes narrowed, convinced he was deliberately trying to screw with her in ways she hadn't had in mind. "Those files were about me. About Charles." her voice was quiet but firm, threatening. She was armed, but she knows putting bullets into Logan would only be a waste of bullets.
"Sweetheart, you wouldn't know honesty if it bit you on the dick. That's the truth." Being argumentative wasn't exactly helpful, and she did want to actually get the fuck out of there at some point. "I'm telling the truth. I was driving. There was this fog. I thought I fell asleep at the wheel, but instead of wrapped around a tree the car I was in was out of gas and less than a mile out from this town. I looked for a gas station, couldn't find one, or anyone. So I came in here looking for answers, same as you."
Logan was free to believe her or not, but she wasn't going to waste time trying to convince him that she wasn't lying. Did she have a tendency to stretch the truth? Yes, but that didn't mean that she couldn't be honest when the situation called for it. "If you think that's less believable than you showing up magically in the middle of a fight, you've flirted with one too many psychics. They may have taken chunks out of your brain, handsome."
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She'd hacked into SHEILD databases before, and from there into the systems of various government agencies. There was no shortage of intel on her part. She had dirt on just about everyone. This was different though. She felt deeply unsettled discovering information like that in a place like this.
"Files on you?" Her eyes narrowed, convinced he was deliberately trying to screw with her in ways she hadn't had in mind. "Those files were about me. About Charles." her voice was quiet but firm, threatening. She was armed, but she knows putting bullets into Logan would only be a waste of bullets.
"Sweetheart, you wouldn't know honesty if it bit you on the dick. That's the truth." Being argumentative wasn't exactly helpful, and she did want to actually get the fuck out of there at some point. "I'm telling the truth. I was driving. There was this fog. I thought I fell asleep at the wheel, but instead of wrapped around a tree the car I was in was out of gas and less than a mile out from this town. I looked for a gas station, couldn't find one, or anyone. So I came in here looking for answers, same as you."
Logan was free to believe her or not, but she wasn't going to waste time trying to convince him that she wasn't lying. Did she have a tendency to stretch the truth? Yes, but that didn't mean that she couldn't be honest when the situation called for it. "If you think that's less believable than you showing up magically in the middle of a fight, you've flirted with one too many psychics. They may have taken chunks out of your brain, handsome."