Yukiko couldn't have been more relieved, and not to mention quite shocked. A familiar face in New York of all places! Struggling with her English as she tried to explain to Logan that her father had been murdered which warranted a rather strange reaction from Logan. Instead of looking shocked, or sad, he simply nodded and closed his eyes for a brief moment, as if thinking over something deeply. He ushered her to the bar where they sat down and Logan ordered her a cup of hot chocolate since the pub didn't carry any bubble tea and ordered himself a beer. The relationship between Yukiko and Logan started many years ago when Logan first arrived in Japan after World War 1 where he was immediately noticed for his talents by the Yakuza. At first to Logan it was just a job, but when he started to understand the culture better he realized just how many families had fallen 'prisoner' to the group and his heart went out to them. He made it his ultimate goal to help those families break their ties with the Yakuza, ultimately weakening the organization right under their noses. Yukiko's father and Logan worked together on this project in secret, meaning that Logan spent a lot of time at Yukiko's home. He didn't keep it all business though, he got to know the family and grew to love them as his own, Yukiko becoming like a little sister to him. Things were getting a little hot in Japan though and Logan had to leave, enlisting for the second world war and Yukiko never saw him again...until today. "I was helping your father, we only had a few more families that we were able to help before he was going to send you, your mother and your brothers here to America. I had to leave though, and when I hadn't heard anything from your father after the war, I assumed he had been comprised so I came here to America to help people in a different way." Logan went on to explain to Yukiko, dropping the American language for the moment and speaking fluently in Japanese so Yukiko could understand him better. "Father was compromised, that's why he was killed." Yukiko said bowing her head down, her dark brown hair curtaining her face but it was only for a small moment as she looked back up to Logan. "That is why I had to come here, I wanted out of the Yakuza but I didn't know where to go or who to turn to." Logan extended his hand and rested it on Yukiko's tiny shoulder. "You did well by coming here, so long as you're here I will protect you." There was a pause as the two just looked at one another, reveling in the fact that this was real, that they were together once again, and the two shared a soft smile. Strange though, Logan was sent to this specific location by Charles to find a mutant and bring them back, was it coincidence or fate? "Was there anyone else on the train with you Yukiko? Anyone that struck you as...odd or, out of place?" Logan asked quirking a bushy eyebrow. He didn't want to say too much as the topic of mutants was still strictly hush-hush, but when Yukiko shook her head no, Logan frowned. Perhaps Charles was mistaken... Yeah right. "C'mon kid, there's someone I want you to meet." Logan said paying the tab and grabbing Yukiko's bag for her, slinging it over his shoulder with ease. The two exited the pub and walked a few blocks before coming upon Logan's motorcycle where they both got on and Logan took them on the hour-long ride to Xavier's gathering place for the mutants. If Yukiko was somehow miraculously the mutant Charles had sent him to pick up, then he did right by bringing her there, but even if she wasn't he wasn't about to leave her at the train station to figure out a temporary living situation. No, they would talk to Charles and see what they would be able to do to help her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The door of the warehouse flew open as the hulking figure of the Wolverine came inside. His eyes peered over the small group of kids already in the room and smirked a bit, pulling a cigar out of the inside pocket of his leather jacket and lit it up, taking a few puffs before stuffing the lighter back into his pocket. "You're all a rather early bunch." He gruffed. He must have looked quite the site to the kids. His black hair wasn't at all in the usual style that the men had their hair cut as his seemed to sweep up into two different points on each side of his head. His white wife-beater tank top wasn't pressed neatly or washed properly as there was the usual stains of a hard-working man worn into it. The brown leather jacket he wore was thin, but also tight as his chest and arm muscles looked as if he could rip any one of them in half. The blue jeans he was wearing had rips and tears along the knee and shin area which wasn't at all 'proper' by anyone's standards. The only thing that even looked remotely acceptable about his attire were his brown leather boots, which looked to be in immaculate condition compared to the rest of his attire. But what probably stood out the most to the kids in front of him was the fact that slung over his shoulder was a small, lavender colored woman's draw bag which set off his entire persona as just...odd. Though as if to explain not moments later, little Yukiko poked her head from around him and spotted the others in the room, looking up to Logan as if to ask 'who are they?' Logan didn't look back down at her though, instead he set down Yukiko's bag and walked to the center of the room, puffing his cigar a few times casually before clenching it in his teeth for him to speak. "Charles Xavier, a name you should all know. If not..." Suddenly, thick metal blades slid from in between Logan's knuckles, extending out nearly a foot. The sound of the metal extruding from his skeletal structure rang louder than a dozen swords being drawn from their sheath and seemed to echo throughout the dusty, empty room. "...then get the hell out."