[ Hank barely has a chance to be bewildered by the sudden disappearance and reappearance of the fae waiter, when his attention is grabbed by something so, so very much more important. The immediate sense of danger as blades emerge from Laura's fists has Hank's eyes widening, and his arm pulling away from Laura. In a split second, his brain enters fight or flight mode, trying to assess what the threat is.
The sight is familiar, after Paris, but Logan's claws were made of bone, organic and animal. These claws are... surgical. Precise. Constructed with purpose and intent. (The intent to kill.)
He doesn't stop Laura from reaching for a brownie. She can help herself to the whole tray of brownies, for all Hank cares at this point. His mind is busy running calculations, trying to make sense of what he's just seen. Unfortunately, that does leave him staring slack-jawed at the young mutant. ]
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The sight is familiar, after Paris, but Logan's claws were made of bone, organic and animal. These claws are... surgical. Precise. Constructed with purpose and intent. (The intent to kill.)
He doesn't stop Laura from reaching for a brownie. She can help herself to the whole tray of brownies, for all Hank cares at this point. His mind is busy running calculations, trying to make sense of what he's just seen. Unfortunately, that does leave him staring slack-jawed at the young mutant. ]