Snark didn’t quite think that his words would be heeded so quickly, he thought he might end up being silenced instead of allowed his concerns to be answered. That was definitely not the case, by all means the guy actually looked a little gentler for a moment as he turned to face him. It was no lie that his heart jumped slightly as his nerves picked up, his mind struggling to correspond to such a look to someone like him. Quickly rubbing his chest to try and ease the pressure often associated with being watched, he watched his claws retract before ever so slowly moving towards Logan, his feet almost shuffling across the floor, “Uhhh…I-I go by Snark O’Bright. I have no given name”.

Blast his cowardice, he might as well have been quivering on the floor wetting himself if the guy had approached him aggressively. Luckily for him, the man had not and was approaching him as if he was a lost little kid. Gasping a little as he was actually touched with a quick pat on his head, his shoulders raised slightly in a nervous reaction before the man slowly lowered himself to his level. Snark was quick to hide his face behind his hair as if the very act would render him unnoticed by the others, but it was mainly his appearance that brought on that action. He didn’t like people looking at him or rather he wasn’t used to it.

Listening to Logan’s words, his eyes shifted slightly before focusing on Logan’s hand, looking for signs of the claws more than anything. There was nothing there; it was as if the claws never happened. Feeling a little confused over the matter, he eventually shifted his hands and lowered them shakily before he let out a sigh, contemplating over the man’s words. It was odd; his life had completely changed since he mysteriously arrived in New York and now he was meeting all these ‘mutants’, but he didn’t know whether he was one of them or not. Giving one final nod before Logan stood back up, it was as if he had done that just to deliver the most stressful question amongst all the possibilities he could had asked him instead, “Uhh, I-uhh…” he stuttered, his hand reaching for his hat as he slowly pulled it closer to his face, “…I-I don’t know. I don’t know how I got to New York and I don’t know what brought me to this place. What it has done to me is…lead me to a very foreign part of the country, brought me briefly before the man who you called Xavier before, uhh… leading me here…a number of nights later. It’s probably just coincidence, but I understand if you want to shank me and kick me out”.