Catching Up

Summary:
October 15 2014: Bobby meets up with Doug, Kitty and Logan

Mambos

A delicious small cuban restaurant built out of a converted gas station convenience store.


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Bobby is out in South Ozone Park to meet Doug. They've not had a chance to really catch up at all and there's been things going on. Bobby's been a bit of a recluse himself between the Nest and the DCI cryolab but with his recent entanglement with Gotham, Robin and 'Oracle' he's got some news to share.

Plus there's this amazing cuban place out here and he hasn't had decent ceviche in forever. Mmmmm Ceviche. In fried plantain bowls (bowls!). It's delicious and… Doug likes Cuban food right?

He didn't bring Nancy along this time because he figured Doug might like to be able to talk without spouting gibberish for Nan's amusement. He loves her. But she's a bit of a troll sometimes.

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Doug was more of a sampler of anything that might have pop culture influences. And testing different sorts of food was a good thing too… keeping in shape was proving to be trickier without the regular exercise regimen that Xavier's Institute had. So jogging out there with a relatively jeans and t-shirt combination wasn't a bad thing.

"Hey Bobby," Doug greets, as he approaches, casting a hungry wolvish-glance at the Cuban place. "What's up?"

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"Oh well not much and quite a bit at the same time." Bobby says waving. "C'mon lets get a seat and a couple of appetizers going and I'll fill you in."

The two are seated quickly and orders are taken by a peppy waitress who darts off to go put them in with the vigour of near-teenage youth.

"So I had occasion to be in Gotham on DCI business in the last couple of weeks and every time I do something weird happens. A bit back when I was coming home from a meeting I ran across some vigilanties busting up some thugs. It's Gotham y'know? So that's a thing that happens. Except that the thugs? They were unloading crates from a ship. Crates that had people in them. People who were drugged up somehow. Metahumans, all of them, it turned out."

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"Metahumans…? Slave trade?" Doug asks, once his attention had shifted from menu to waitress to Bobby.

His brows furrow as he looks at the other mutant, folding his hands neatly and studying the young mutant. "Sounds like it's a SHIELD thing." He pauses, considering. "Wait, Gotham…?" An eyebrow arches. "As in, that place with…?"

-

"Yeah, Batman. And, in this case Robin who was apparently impressed/weirded out enough by me icing things off that he had one of his techie friends track me down and e-mail me. Can't imagine that was hugely hard with our public profiles courtesy of X-Red but getting an e-mail for a meet from a masked vigilante type was a bit strange to be sure. He wanted help with the whole thing. I already called the FBI on it and yeah you're right SHIELD may get involved, but apparently this 'Robin' is looking into it as well."

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Sitting in the Cuban restaurant near South Ozone Park, Doug wrinkles his nose, as he listens to Bobby detail his meeting with Robin. "So, he wanted help…? I can help, I suppose, if I were working with software, though I'd need Kitty to help me with the hardware-crypted parts if it goes deeper than the secured networks."

The mention of X-Red has Doug shrugging a bit sheepishly. "Hey, if it encourages people to ask mutants for help instead of giving us crap, it's better in the long run. And if Robin is asking for help, that's a sight better than pitchforks and torches."

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Bobby grins as he leans back. "Yeah, it's a good thing long term even if it was weird as hell. Props to Berto for having the guts to set it all up for sure. Anyway, this looks serious and I know it's something the others will probably want to be involved in." He holds up an odd looking RF device. "This is an Oracle communicator, apparently. Robin gave it to me and his mysterious friend spoke to me and, oh Vorpal was there too. Robin's a Titan as well so there's that."

Being the social creature he is has asked a few people he knows to this little outing. The food is good for one thing and for another the whole metahuman trafficking thing he ran into in Gotham definitely strikes him as an 'all hands on deck' situation.

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Did someone say talk to Kitty? Because Kitty arrives not long after such a statement is uttered. Despite mostly living in Westchester on the Xavier Mansion, she is often in the city these days. Dragging along behind her is the Canadian much spoken of, little seen behind her is Logan. Meandering over to the bench, she grins, glancing between Bobby and Doug. "Well, look at you two. I felt a disturbance in the Force that I was needed."

Despite the somewhat serious topic of conversation before she arrived, she can't help but joke. "You guys know Logan, right? If not, this is Logan. Logan, this is Doug and Bobby - they're from Xavier's."

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Lunair is - sort of a social creature. She likes to well enough, but sometimes she has to pull back. And hey, she didn't blow everything up during the Smooth thing. She tries. Lunair will turn up at the restaurant. She peers in carefully, then the rest of her follows. She did get a message of some sort, and fate is a funny thing. She looks around, her expression - blank. She doesn't emote well when not actively working at it. But it lends her sort of an odd aura, maybe one of peace or distance. Nevertheless, she spots Bobby and the others. A smile, then a wave. COmmence meandering!

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Logan ashes a cigarette outside the door to the restaurant, following Kitty in. He's got one thumb hooked in the pocket of his jeans, finishing off his simple entourage with a tight black t-shirt, heavy leather boots, and a matching black cowboy hat with a wide brim that shades his features. His gruff features are difficult to read, intent blue eyes panning this way and that on the approach— and immediately taking measure of every nook and cranny of the restaurant, and the people inhabiting it. Even less overt is the series of testing sniffs that are paid to the air, signs of a man who's been in just too, too many warzones.

Wolverine paces Pryde perhaps a half-step behind her, over one shoulder— though the woman is actually slightly taller than the burly runt. A nod is paid to Doug, then to Bobby, who's studied momentarily with a squint, "Crossed paths with this one." He notes with a nod towards Iceman, sliding in on the bench beside Shadowcat. A second nod, politeish if neutral greeting, is offered to Doug, then Lunair. "And that one." He's a people person.

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Bobby chuckles. "Hello Kitty, Logan." He sees Lunair peek in. "Rufflemonster!" He calls out in a friendly kind of way. He likes Lunair and he thinks it's hilarious that after the riots the media dubbed her 'Dancing Queen'.

"Hey folks, sit down, get an appetizer, maybe some ceviche or a cuban. Doug and I were just discussing matters of er, some import. There's been mutant and meta trafficking in Gotham and the Titans and… someone named Oracle are investigating. Apparently they'd love some help. I'm gonna look into it because it's our folks. And because human traffickers all need to go die in a fire." Not that he's planning on killing them, but it needs saying. "So coordination couldn't hurt."

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"Worth looking at, absolutely," Doug responds, as he nods at Kitty, followed by a curious glance at Logan. "Oh, I've heard a lot about you," he says, standing up to offer a hand. "She's said mostly nice things," Doug adds, in a manner that might or might not actually be truthful. Lunair is met with a grin, as he slides over. "Hey, Luna, you've been up to your usual tricks, have you?"

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A people person. Sure. Kitty's raised eyebrow goes to show just how much she will think of that sentiment - even if it's not spoken out loud. "Good, then, you all know each other. Other than Doug? Doug, this is Logan. Oooh, did you say ceviche?" she asks, perking up at the notion. Easily, she slips into her seat - allowing the others to arrange themselves where they may. "I know Oracle. Or, well, by name at least. She gave me a computer. Well, she gave Logan a computer that he gave to me. It was top notch. She seems a real choice member to have on the team. But, I'm all in to hear about this," she tells Bobby with a grin. To Lunair, she smiles, recognizing her from the Greenland job.

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Lunair is fierce! Terrifying! … rufflemonster. She looks to Bobby as he calls out to her. her face twists, uncertain. "Hello," She seems quietly amused by it, too. At least she seems to be giving up on the idea of every being feared. Especially after the media dubbed her the Dancing Queen. "… ceviche?" She looks lost. She has no idea what is being offered here. Confusion crosses her expression. "Sure," Nod. She'll try. And then a look to Wolverine.

"Hiya." Oddly enough, Lunair doesn't seem ruffled in the slightest by Logan. That in and of itself might be somewhat alarming. She just … accepts things. As they are. Huh. "I see." She listens to Bobby, frowning faintly. Then a pause. "Hello." And Kitty, too. She looks to Doug. "Yes. No. I mean. Yes. No." Pause. "Sooooooooometimes." There you go. She smiles back to Kitty after a moment. She has to process a little. Impending blue screen…

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At the mention of human trafficking Logan's eyes narrow and a distinctly profound glower settles in over the old mutant's rugged features. It has the side effect of making him look almost exceptionally cross when Doug offers the handshake, practically glaring at the young man across the table— but there's no malice there for Ramsey, and the handshake is accepted with a firm shake from one meaty paw. "Die in a fire's a sentiment I can get behind, on that." The Canuck offers gruffly. It again supercedes the nicer exchange with Doug, "Then she's probably leavin' out some shit." He does offer in a (slightly) more convivial tone of his alleged niceness, casting a wolfish half-grin to the brunette beside him as he sets his hat aside on the table; and bumps her lightly.

Appetizers? Wolverine has his own agenda. He doesn't even really bother with a menu, considering the kitchen speaks to him directly through its myriad of cooking smells and sizzling sounds that the others can't properly appreciate, "Ropa vieja, double portion, and a mojito." He orders simply when the opportunity presents, otherwise simply nodding along with Kitty's assessment and listening; always listening.

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"Have a seat, Luna." Bobby grins. "If you've never had Cuban before we'll get you a Cuban sandwich and a bit of Ceviche. You'll like one of them."

The ice nerd leans back with a small smile. "So yeah, there's that. How's everyone been? I've not seen or heard from most of you since the riots and then everyone went off to Greenland and… whew…"

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"Oracle…?" Doug perks up, as he looks at Kitty. "The database company? Who gave you a computer, Kitty?" The expression on Lunair's face definitely reminded Doug of something, a software failure, and so, trying to expediate matters, he simply adds, 'A ceviche's like, raw fish marinaded in lime juice. The acid in it cooks things… it's delicious."

Logan is met with a polite nod, and a sheepish smile. "Well, she -has- mentioned a few things about dealing with, ah, you. Everything's okay, really… I mean, she hasn't reached into your chest and made it hurt yet, has she?"

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"We met in Greenland briefly," Kitty tells Lunair in an attempt to reboot her blue screen, but then she's already nose deep into the menu before looking over at Logan and what he's ordering. "I don't want to get the same thing, but what do you think is good here?" she asks softly. She looks to Bobby and his suggestion. "A Cuban sandwich actually sounds very good. I'll get that as well. And a Michelada, please."

To Doug, she grins. "Oracle's a person. At least as far as I'm led to believe," she eyes Logan at that. "And, yes, I may or may not have left a few things out about Logan, but he's trustworthy. Especially with shutting down scumbags dealing with human trafficking. What do we have on them?"

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Logan lets off a quiet snort, halfway to a chuckle at Ramsey's (admittedly understandable) misunderstanding regarding Oracle. "Not since we met." Beat. "'cept maybe metaphorically." The largely sarcastic response is offered to Doug's query. If he's concerned with his reputation, or what gossip may have gone around? It surely doesn't show. His amusement only builds quietly when Kitty murmurs to ask for menu input— then promptly makes up her own mind. "That shit's good." He simply confirms, instead, offering the affirmation with a similar (lack of) volume. In fact, it's what he almost ordered. Once more, he finds himself nodding along with Kitty's assertions, appending simply, "And what do we need on 'em?" He has something of a knack for that, after all.

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"We don't have anything. Whatever is had, Oracle and Robin have it all. I've just started working the official X-Red contacts with the FBI who is handling the case… mostly as under the guise of seeing if they need more official statements or things like that. But I'm not an investigator if it's not scientific and I certainly lack the ability to compromise data systems." Here Bobby nods to Kitty and Doug. "So if you'd like to start on that and keep me in the loop I'd love it. Haven't been able to get ahold of Berto. I think he's on a business trip back in Brazil. Oh, I told Oracle she could track me all she likes but pretty please don't do it to anyone else. No idea if she will though, so there's that."

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"Huh. A person. Wonder what she does…" Doug muses, before his attention shifts to Logan, and he nods politely, body language controlled in a manner that might be more recognizable to Logan as 'don't set off the berserker'. Although other people might be more likely to recognize it as 'don't get 'Berto started on soccer', as well.

Leaning at the table, Doug jerks a thumb at Kitty. "Anyway, her friend's good, and… well, if Oracle wants to track me, we could have some fun little ice wars. The computer ice, not you, Bobby."

Leaning back, Doug glances back at Kitty. "Think Logan would be interested in slapping around a few mutant slave traders?" Like she's the handler. Go figure.

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"Well!" Kitty sets the menu down and folds her hands on the table. "Compromising systems is what Doug and I do best. Though, we promised the Professor we'd stop doing that after high school." She grins to Doug at that and pulls her glass of water over so that she can fiddle with the straw a bit. "We'd be glad to work on the computer angle. Oracle'll be a big help on that. Far as I have heard, she's a big computer whiz. I'd love to meet her soon. I think she'd get on well with our Team of Awesome."

"Good good," she grins at Logan at her own menu choices, not about to change it now no matter what Logan might say. "I imagine we'll need a location and some names. And where we can help find their victims so we can get them home to their families or to better lives." She raises an eyebrow to Logan at Doug's question. "I'm not sure, Logan, you interested in slapping around a few mutant slave traders?" She's not exactly his handler, but the fact that she may be thought of as such certainly amuses her.

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"Lotta slack when it's a good cause." Logan notes with a subtle half-grin, somewhere between amused and dangerous— it's a look passed aside to Kitty, like it might be something of an in-joke in tandem with the matter-of-fact statement. Sometimes, systems just -need- to be compromised: literally, and metaphorically. He takes in the intel, or decided lack thereof, and it sobers the burly runt's expression, settling back into the booth, which creaks protest under the old mutant's deceptively impressive weight. "Should be able to get my hands on the Feds' casefile." He doesn't seem particularly eager to explain /how/.

"Once we've got a bead on some vics or affiliates, that's as good a place to start sniffin' around as any." All he really needs is a start point. He looks from Doug, to Kitty, awaiting Pryde's response… without any apparent indication that he means to -adhere- to it, even if she did try to boss him around. Not that that would come as any shock to her, by now, "Slappin' seems a bit light." He offers evenly, relaxing one arm across the back of their bench. "But I'm sure I can come up with something."

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Bobby nods. He's worked with the likes of the Partisan before. He gets the need to remain above board and truth be told he knows he's not suited for serious lethal violence unless it's a dire situation. That said, he's not as squeamish as some in working with those who don't see things the same way, especially when it comes to human or metahuman traffickers. "Sounds good to me. Mostly I'm good for, you know, keeping cool and running into weird things but let me know if there's anything you need. Or, you knwo, if you need me to try to contact Oracle on this radio she gave me. Er, had Robin give me."

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"Actually, I thought it was that we promised to stop doing that after high school -only- if we were doing it for fun…?" Doug corrects, tilting his head at Kitty. "I think we -might- have hinted at doing it if we had to, for good reason." He considers that. "At least I know I was thinking that." And if you were thinking it around the Professor, he probably -would- pick up on it. If you were thinking loud enough, of course.

The mention of 'computer whiz' brings a look of interest on Doug's face. "Oh, I'd love to meet her too," he says, before the look at Logan as Kitty asks brings a smile to Doug's face. "Well, there you go, Bobby. Put us in touch with your Oracle, and we'll do the rest, right, Kitty? Logan? Lunair?" He tries to do something similar to the rather casual air of menace that Logan does.

It was rather like a chihuahua trying to imitate a Rottweiler. Not terribly successful.

Kitty rolls her eyes at Bobby. "Ugh, Bobby, that is the worst pun I've ever heard," she tells him as she takes a sip of her water, basically begging for the alcohol she ordered to come now. "I heard there's quite a few Robins in Gotham town these days. Which one did you get the radio from?" It's a curious as well as serious question. While she is a generally hopeful person, she doesn't always trust those she can't vouch for.

Logan gets another tempered look. She's dealing with amateurs here is the clear expression on her face. "Just as long as you're not doing it in an illegal way that gets back to us. Red Team is public. Needs to seem above board, you know. And you can slap in any manner you think is necessary to jerks who think human trafficking is okay."

Doug's response gets a soft laugh. "I was attempting to adhere to all those millions of lessons Xavier put us through. And I'm the only one now who's teaching there, so I'm the one that's going to get yelled at for this if he finds out, you know."

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A nod is paid to Bobby's offer— though for his part, it's as much politesse as anything. 'Asking for help' is not exactly Wolverine's most defining strength. Luckily, he makes up for it in other areas; among them, usually surviving without it. His alert gaze tracks the back and forth between Doug and Kitty with a distant sort of amusement that shows more in those eyes than anything else. Whatever the case, the old mutant doesn't miss much. He's just as curious as to the details on various Robins as Kitty is, however— and not just because he just dealt with one only a few days prior.

Kitty's conditions on his plan earns a derisive snort and a look of faux offense, "Really, darlin'." Wolverine chides gruffly, "I'm not gonna get your school chums busted." There's something of a knowing tease to the way he references the relationship. He may not be 'in' on the Institute, officially— but he's obviously not in the dark, either. "What kind o' amateur do you take me for?" There's no legit consternation to the objection; after all, he already knows the answer, and where Kitty's heart is on the matter. Still, it earns a light tousle of her hair from the arm across the booth— more playful than ornery.

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"The one in the spangly red outfit that got snapped a while back with a Harley look-a-like. Or at least Mike said it's a look-a-like. There's more than one?" Bobby stays clear of Gotham for very excellent reasons. "I'm not sure I wanna know in that case. I did a bit of googling. Robin, er, one of them I guess, has been associated with Batman for a while. That's a bit of an endorsement against sanity and law-abiding-ness too, but he seemed, er, conscientious at least."

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"I've heard of at least two Robins," Kitty grins at Bobby. "I don't know much about either other than they're in Gotham. You sure you want to take what might be a recording device from someone that might be working for Harley Quinn?" While she doesn't know all that much about Gotham, she certainly reads the papers. "Though, I guess, if he's dealing with Batman for long enough that's a good indication of his character."

Kitty looks between Bobby and Logan for a long moment. "Oh, please, you know this is about more than my high school, Logan," she tells him with another roll of her eyes. Rearranging her hair with a good-natured "Ugh," she glares at the Wolverine. "Stop it. We take you for exactly the kind of fool you are. And don't even try to argue."

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"Yea, 'cause we're all the well-adjusted models of sanity and legality at this table." Wolverine's not kidding himself. Nor does he seem particularly worried about insulting his company— the guy calls 'em like he sees 'em. "There's been a Robin for a while." He notes simply in addendum to Kitty's explanation, filing away the perspective on this particular one, "If it's the same kid, gotta be some freaky ass surgery involved." Literal -and- metaphorical freaky ass surgery. Wolverine glares right back at Kitty, intently, evenly, eyes narrowed— at least, for a few moments. Then, it becomes a bit harder to hold back the grin.

That, or he just stops trying. "Naw, Cat." He does protest, without any venom, "That sorta shit's a different kind of fool than me." He -does- remain halfway in agreement with her, clearly. That, or he knows it's a losing argument. "Shit smells good." It's like he can pick out their particular dishes well enough to warrant the distracted look towards the kitchen; which he probably can.

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"This place knows how to cook. I hear the family's actually cuban. You know, got out pre embargo and all that." Bobby nods as the rest of their food arrives. "Anyway, I don't think he's actualy a danger Kitty. Vorpal vouched for him and Roberto knows Vorpal. Had him over when he invited the Titans to a meet and greet. So I'm willing to put his taste in dates aside for the moment. Anyway, mike said the picture wasn't of the real thing and Mike tends to be good with this kind of thing. So what's the news from you two? I know Kitty's teaching but…" But when does anyone ever just 'teach' at that place.

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"That's not what I was saying," Kitty tells Logan with a knowing look and shake of her head. "Yeah, there's been a Robin for awhile, but I just heard something about being another one lately. Just trying to sort facts," she tells the Canadian only barely holding back a stuck out tongue.

"Well, if he's vouched for, then I"m not about to say much about it. I'm certainly not about to let any human traffickers run free and I'm pretty sure Logan wouldn't either. Anything we can do to help, let us know. I think Doug and I can run a few diagnostics and see what we can find on the electronics angle."

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"No?" It would be a mirroring look that's shot back at Kitty, if she didn't get all the looks in the pairing. As to the embargo? Bobby's got it right. "Best argument against it." Logan notes, with middling amounts of sincerity. Much as he does love a good meal, he can see some -other- arguments. "'side from the cigars." What was he just saying about the pinnacle of legality? Yea, not this guy. Vorpal was in Greenland too, and the mention of the shapeshifting mystic earns little more than Wolverine's attention. Small world… or maybe it's just the circles that he travels in.

"It wasn't Quinn." he does confirm, without elucidating the girl's actual identity, though it wouldn't be a stretch to surmise that the Canuck -clearly- knows it. He was there, after all— he came, he saw, he blew the fuck up and caught on fire. Granted, by the time he got back to his safehouse in the city, it was only his clothes that remained torn to shit. The 'news' front is left largely to Kitty, her words once again earning nods and a profoundly agreeable, punctuated by a fervent, "Damn straight." Free is the last state Wolverine intends to leave that kind of trash in.

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Bobby is, believe it or not, skilled in parsing gruntese between Nancy and Partisan. "Can't imagine why you haven't brought Logan home to see the parents." The ice nerd teases. "Well that's what I've got on the Robin front. Oracle herself might be the best contact. If you wanna try taking this thing apart be my guest. I get the feeling she can probably hack my phone if she wants." Hope she's ready to read a lot of sappy texts to Nancy.

"You two been by the lab yet?" He says, changing subjects. Human trafficking is serious but they're gonna have to pound pavement before they can get any further with it.

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"So, it was just someone dressed up as Quinn?" Kitty is trying to wrap her head around what exactly is going on here and it's a slow going thing. "Who would do that?" In her mind, it must be someone very crazed, but she doesn't continue the thought out loud. Instead, she attempts to think about the task at hand.

"In any event, we should try to figure out what is going on. And if Oracle is the best way to do that, we've got two contacts to help out in that manner." She looks to both Logan and Bobby. "If she wants to hack phones, she's probably going to have to deal with whatever rotary land line Logan still has plugged in somewhere." She grins, teasing Logan about his inability to catch up with modern times. "And if by lab you mean your lab, then now."

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There's just the subtlest wince when Bobby makes the crack about meeting Kitty's parents— and it has nothing to do with any concerns he has about first impressions, or potential attitude on the kind of company the woman keeps. When Pryde doesn't miss so much as a beat, however, it's swiftly hidden, and he's doubly thankful that he was taking a renewed survey of their surroundings at the time, rather than eyeing either brunette. "Don't know if she was -tryin'- to look like Quinn, darlin'." Frankly, Logan didn't ask. It clearly seems a little foolish to him, too. The shoulder beside Kitty shrugs, somewhere between indifference and uncertainty as one of the corresponding fingertips twining lightly around the end of one tendril of her hair.

"Shit, phones are easy. Game got a whole lot easier when everyone started carrying around a tracking device and remote camera." Wolverine snorts a little at the audacity of it all; those people call themselves smooth. "Stupidass landline never gave anybody GPS coordinates." It's all he's saying. "Labwork ain't my thing." All he's saying tally increments +1 again. He digs into the plate in front of him with renewed gusto; at least, for only keeping one hand free. Attention is capably shared with the alcohol in front of him, apparently patient enough to let the operation settle in his mind. For the most part. Man's gotta eat.

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Bobby is blissfully unaware of the faux pas. Not knowing most of the Xavier affiliates well himself he doesn't have much of a rubric for what he should or should not say around them. He'll learn one day if he doesn't get himself killed first.

"You guys would know better than I on that front. Like I said, unless its a scientific inquiry I'm not as helpful as you or Doug or Logan here." Man can that guy put away food. "I'm not as worried about being tracked as I am some of the more secretive types flipping out about it." He learned, from a different hacker, first hand just how easy it is to crack people's 'security' if you know what you're doing and they're not sufficiently paranoid. Information gets taken down in so many places it's almost impossible to not leave some trace of yourself if you're not dedicated to staying off grid.

"Well if you've not been by you should. The Cryonics lab is where I work and I'm always happy to show it off, but more pertinently I may be able to make a few lab toys available for loan."

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Ever since returning, hiding her own circumstances has been basically an easy thing for Kitty. It's only the specific things that tend to set her off. In fact, she ignores the wince she can practically feel from Logan's side at the mention and presses onward. The last thing she wants is to be pinned for someone who needs conversations navigated around. In fact, she doesn't even seem to register Logan playing with her hair as she studies Bobby and the information given. Only a sip of her own alcohol and a few bites of her food are given.

"There

Ever since returning, hiding her own circumstances has been basically an easy thing for Kitty. It's only the specific things that tend to set her off. In fact, she ignores the wince she can practically feel from Logan's side at the mention and presses onward. The last thing she wants is to be pinned for someone who needs conversations navigated around. In fact, she doesn't even seem to register Logan playing with her hair as she studies Bobby and the information given. Only a sip of her own alcohol and a few bites of her food are given.

"There's enough information everywhere that it doesn't matter where you get it from," Kitty agrees. "We'll all talk to Oracle and try and see what we can see."

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Put it away, and put it to use. Healing factor's gotta eat, too. Any faux pas is long forgotten amidst the savory beef and veggies, or at least that's the appearance— Kitty's not the only one picking up unspoken cues, the subtle shifts. More about what Pryde -doesn't- do than what she says or shows; it's possible she's been spending too much time around Wolverine. No comment is given, just the gentle contact, his own focus remaining on his grub— even stealing a bit of the savory ham out of Kitty's sandwich when she doesn't pay enough eager attention to her own. "Wouldn't carry the handsets to any meets, that's for sure." Logan may be in agreement with the 'secretive types' on some fronts. He may even be certifiably paranoid, himself.

"Lab toys might do some good, dependin' what winds up needing to be done. Or what looks like fun." He's a little more talkative as Kitty withdraws, filling in the gaps well enough. It's a natural progression to most eyes, the unspoken give and take felt more between them than overtly projected— Doug might be better equipped to read the quiet cues. "I'll get my hands on the info and start trackin' these fucks from the street." Cyberspace isn't his thing— but he's the best there is at what he does.

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Bobby kind of isn't looking. So far as he's concerned Kitty and Logan are friends of some unspecified sort. It's not necessary to him to have the unspecified specified unless they want it. "Stop on by then. I'll follow up on my end as best I can." Speaking of phones, his beeps. "Mmmm. Work calls." Bobby rises and leaves enough on the table to cover the meal. He gets paid well and doesn't spend nearly as much of it as he might.

"You two stay in touch, okay? It was nice seeing you again. And if you do follow up on this… be careful."


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