Logan was leaning against the wooden wall of the chamber Marian was in. The girl had awakened, and Charles Xavier was having a conversation with her. Though he'd rather not be seen by her, Logan wanted to stay near. He had to make sure she was alright, and was curious about what the Professor would tell her. He still disliked the intrusion Charles had made in her mind, and wondered if the old man would lie about it. He supposed he wouldn't tell.
His heightened sense of hearing allowed him to spy on the conversation. It was mostly Charles talking. He revealed to the young woman she was a mutant, and explained to her she was not an isolated case. He revealed the existence of the mansion and of his mutant training school, saying she would always be welcome here. Logan heard a silent "Thank you." Charles quickly presented the most important inhabitants of the mansion, as Jean, Scott, and himself. He did not speak of Logan yet. The old man then chose to speak of his own mutation, probably to make her more at ease, guessed Logan. Though he already seemed to know the answers, he questioned the girl and encouraged her to speak of her own mutation.
To Logan's surprise, she accepted to open up. He listened.
"I... I think my mutation has something to do with electricity. But the problem is I don't have any control over it yet..." admitted the girl.
"At what age have you felt the first signs?" asked Xavier patiently.
The young woman didn't answer. Logan could swear he heard the sound of her teeth gritting through the wall. He suspected she was in a very tense situation: since Charles had revealed his talent, she probably knew he already had the answer. But to him, answering this simple question just seemed impossible for her.
"Don't worry, you don't have to tell me." reassured Charles. "I just need you to know I will never judge you for anything you have done. Trust me."
"It was... Three years ago I think." she lowly said.
"Since you've been on the run?"
"Yes. I was eighteen."
"This is rather late for a mutation to manifest itself. But yours appears to be unique." Charles Xavier moved his wheelchair to the door, Logan tensed.
I have to introduce her to her saviour, Charles' voice said in Logan's head. The man grunted. He waited for Charles inviting him to come in, behind the door, and he opened it.
When he saw her, she was looking at him with slightly squinted eyes, evaluating him. She was sitting on her bed, covered by a white blanket and wearing a plain grey shirt. She looked tired, but much less frightened than when he had found her. Her raven hair was in a mess still, and was shoulder-length. Logan thought, it maybe always was that way. His hair neither couldn't be tamed. Her eyes were steel-like, between blue and gray. Logan felt them pierce through his own like blades. Now, he had the time to look more closely at her face and her whole figure. He was glad to see a toned body with well defined shoulders, not too broad but definitely stronger than most women's. Under the covers he sensed a feminine silhouette, and noticed her thin hands and wrists laying on her thighs.
Though her face had thin traits, he noted her jaw was well defined. Her nose was also rather pointy and was dusted with freckles. She had high cheekbones and almond eyes, two traits that particularly caught Logan's eye. He thought she looked very much like a doe... No, not a doe, he thought. A wolf.
In spite of her weakness due to her recovery, she observed everything around her, as if mentally taking notes. Logan could tell she acted like a captured animal, didn't say much, but tried to find a safe way out.
"Hi," he just said gruffly. He was unsettled by her stare and didn't want to fake friendliness. She wouldn't like it, he thought.
"This is Logan," said Charles Xavier. "You probably remember he is the one who found you in the forest. He brought you here, to safety, and obviously he is a mutant, like you and I. I'll let him introduce himself to you." He said while exiting the room on his wheelchair.
The chamber was now silent, and the young woman had started slightly fidgeting in her bed. Logan made a step towards the door too.
"If ya don't need me... I'll let ya rest." He said.
"Okay... Logan, right?"
"Yeah."
"Marian."
Logan nodded and closed the door, still followed by her icy look. Though he would have liked to have a look over her, to make sure she was healing well, he sensed her dreadful need to be alone. The young woman was probably feeling very uncomfortable here, in this unknown mansion, and didn't trust anyone yet. He had noticed her severed arm wrapped in bandages, Jean had taken care of her well. He would check on her later, alone. He didn't want Marian to associate him to Charles Xavier. He wouldn't question her or pressure her. He just wanted to prowl around her from afar, and most importantly, he would defend her from those who wanted to capture her.