Logan watches her walk across the room, seemingly confident but still gripping the cue. He wonders what it must be like for her, without her powers. He didn't take enough time to know her, before; there had been so damn many of them, kids appearing from every corner of the goddamn place until he'd been longing for the days when it was just a handful of misfits knocking around the mansion.

The blood running down from her nose when she turns back draws his eye like a flag, testament to how much this is costing her. Except she doesn't have a healing factor to keep her going.

She says something, but he's too distracted to listen.

"Goddamn it Ruth, does that happen every time you use your powers?" He points to her face, his words a snarl. "That's what you meant before about feelin' sick, about this place not wanting us?"