Ah. Well, that explained a few things, answered questions she'd intended to ask much further down the line. She'd wondered about his abilities, what made him different from normal humans, because that's certainly how he looked to her. Perhaps their mutations were more uniform than the random chaos of mutation in Rogue's universe.

Reaching out a hand to balance herself, she let her fingers brush against the wall, feeling how solid matter dropped away for a span before returning - one of the doors. "I've known a lot of people with healing factors like that. One of my best friends was over a century old but still appeared to only be middle-aged because of how advanced his healing was. Any time I was injured, he always insisted I borrow his power to heal myself." And Logan had always beaten himself up whenever she'd gotten hurt and he hadn't been there to stop it or help her afterward.