Lavinia looked at Kane, a film of tears in her eyes for a moment before she blinked them away. She hugged Kane's shoulder a little tighter, before releasing him and observing the bar. She noticed X sitting there and looking rather depressed, and looked down at her armored glove, which was now crumpled along the surface.
"Hrm...I think I know...why...why he hit you..." she said, looking down at Kane with a look of concern, as well as slight guilt.
"And its probably about me..."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
