She's eighteen, and she will happily knock anyone who considers her a kid into next week: Noriko has an incredible right hook.

"You didn't," she says. "Not really." It's more mild disappointment, because she now recognizes him, and she's going to want to talk about things her Logan would know, she knows that. But he won't have a clue what she's talking about. It would be saddening to anyone.

"No, you wouldn't have known me from Japan, not unless you made a habit of talking to ADHD kids with no obvious mutation."