He stiffens. He's not an X-Man; he's a felon. And they let him become one. He isn't sure he trusts her just yet. Honestly, he's not sure he'll ever trust her again. Not after what happened.

"I ain't an X-Man." He says it softly, but there's conviction behind it. He had left the Institute once on his own and once in cuffs. Neither time they'd tried to stop him. He's never felt like one of them.

He glances at the waiter and tucks his hands away. "I'm fine." He doesn't want his odd eating habits to become common knowledge just yet.