"Strangely enough, Logan, I was thinking the exact same thing on the way down here. Not exactly the place you want to be in a cave-in." Then he turned to the girl as she introduced herself and reached out and took her hand. "Scott Summers. Good to meet you too." He highlighted the phrase with what he hoped was a warm smile, though to be honest he never really could get the hang of these friendly social interactions. Even before the war, most of his social experience came from learning to hunt and fish and fly with his dad, rather than hanging out with what few kids there were his age in his home town. After the war, he just couldn't see the point in it all anymore. He couldn't spend any time around other people without putting them in danger, and that made all the little social mannerisms kind of pointless. His mother had insisted he learn and observe them anyway though, so he'd picked up enough to not come across as any more than a little strange or creepy. Or at least he hoped he didn't come across as very strange or creepy.

Regardless, he released the girl's hand and turned his attention back to Logan. "Since we seem to have missed the big show, how about a quick run-down on what everyone can do?" He glanced at the rest of the gathered people and realized they might not be entirely inclined to divulge such a personal secret to a complete stranger. Then again, they had done it for Logan and Erik. "If it makes any of you feel better, I can go first. I shoot death rays out of my eyes." Yeah. Death rays. It sounded like something out of a Jules Verne or Edgar Rice Burroughs novel, but no, it was absolutely real and absolutely true.