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Idea that is Ororo at some point realizing that Logan has been alive for a while now. Knows it for a fact as she was there when he first arrived at the institute and his x-rays showed that it was impossible to tell his age, thanks to his mutation.
Her trail of thought was that there was a possibility he fought as a soldier during the civil war. So she asks, 'so, which side of the war?' Already pissed at him for something completely unrelated.
'Which one?' he doesn't even look up from the playboy magazine he stole from Scott who had confiscated it from Nathan. Expressing that she would need to specify. 'Union or Confederate?' believing that would be enough to narrow it down.
The question gets Logan's full attention. His fingers halted as the page he was about to turn falls back into place. Thankful that she'd unintentionally gone easy with the phrasing.
'Union, so I've been told,' gaze meeting her cloudy gray eyes. It wasn't one of the many fragments of his memory that had returned. But lucky for him, there were the archives and military records kept from that time.
'You've been told?' echoing Logan's phrasing back to him. Acting like she didn't know the reasoning. 'Yup, be a stranger even to myself,' his tone coy. Noticing the poignant silence in the air, Logan's attention reverted back to his playboy.
'Want one?' He offers one of the other confiscated volumes with an outstretched hand. A shit-eating grin on his face. Not surprised when she declines, storming out of the room. Her blonde hair frizzed upward with static electricity as she went.