In the moment of silence that followed Wolverine's tirade, and Estella's short, but poignant response, Henry simply watched her leave, before turning his face to regard Wolverine, a genuine look of surprise crossing his features. His mind attempted, and failed, to understand the chain of thought which had led to such a condescending attack on the latina. He for one, hadn't spent years fighting, both to live with his mutation, and literally, to be yelled down to. Xavier's dream had given him hope, but the reality seemed even more distant than the propaganda had made the war. While Estella had given them the benefit of a spoken word, Henry simply shook his head, before standing and heading out of the door, back into the cold front of New York city. Once outside, he sped up slightly, watching the disappearing figure of Estella, although, with a burst of speed from himself, he was near enough to catch up. He still decided to yell, over the noise of the insomniac city; "Hey, mestizo, heading anywhere in particular?" As he came up beside her, a more genuine smile than the one he had worn all day spread across his features, as if the events of the bar had never occurred and he was bumping into an old acquaintance. That said, he avoided his usual contact, at least normally a shoulder pat or so, despite his friendliness, he hadn't know her for long, and someone who could likely zap you into nothing, well you respected their personal space, just in case they had an issue with it. Having spoken, he slowed his pace alongside her's, waiting for her reply as he watched the road, whistling as a cab shot around the corner. "Not that I don't respect your right as an independent soul, but let me at least pay for the cab." The smirk was back again, as he returned to his usual brand of humor, while she may have had a rather serious exit, she'd seemed to be fairly amusing prior to that, and so he wasn't afraid to be himself in that regard, even if they had both abandoned what had likely been a rather welcome hope for 'mutant' kind.