Still holding up his hand, Faye shifted her weight onto one side, looking at him directly. "Logan, I thought you knew better than to treat me like an idiot." There was some description of tease in her voice, but part of her meant it too. Then she tugged at his wrist, moving towards a more secluded bench - out of the way of that bush and the puddle anyway.

Once they've both sat down, she looked again at his hand, a finger running over his knuckles. "Are you genetically modified or something?" It wasn't unheard of, in her future time, of people going to lengths to make weapons of themselves.