He snorts. Really? That's her cover? She's gonna have to do a little better than that.

"Nice cover," he says coldly. "But word of advice? Next time pick a name that isn't used for every unidentified body ever." He advances, cocks the gun with the sharp chunk of a round being forced into the chamber. "Or, you know. That would be my advice if there was gonna be a next time for you."

The banter comes easy. It's not elegant, what he's doing, but it's necessary. I don't want to hurt you, she says. Coming from a mutant, that can only mean one thing. His expression contorts into a snarl, vicious and ugly.

"Not really in the position to go threatening me, are ya?"