12:59......1:00 PM on Friday afternoon in late autumn. The large clock chimed behind her as X-23 let herself down from her handstand at the edge of the roof. She took a deep breath, looking out at the Concrete Jungle from the ceiling of a tall corporate office building she didn't care to remember the name of. Though she had a near perfect memory, there were a few things she could dismiss every now and then. Just not the things she wishes she could forget. While looking out at the city with no awe in her expression, X-23 turned, long hair flying in the wind as her stomach growled irritatingly. She knew she should have slept longer. The more she sleeps, the less often she feels hungry. However, the trade-off is nightmares so it's not like she often has a choice in the matter, especially given the hideaways she chooses to sleep in most nights. Laura sighed. It was about time she found some form of breakfast, or rather..lunch, according to the time. She dared to hope that the new information she'd recently garnered from Spider-Man would further aid her in her self-assigned mission soon. Not that she could exactly walk around New York and ask if anyone knew a Logan/Wolverine. To find something to eat though, she did have to get to ground-level. So the man-made teen gave herself a running start and leaped from reachable building to building, occasionally flipping for the heck of it or performing a rolling land on particularly steep drops. She was graceful in her task. Powerfully built and not to be underestimated despite her youth and size. That much was obvious by the way she moved now. But most did not notice, too busy with their own daily activities of the day. X-23 swiftly reached a few low roofs and hopped down into an alley before melding in with the crowd on the streets of the Big Apple. She had never been all that good about acting normal, but as long as she didn't have to talk to anyone, she was fairly good at acting the part of an ordinary girl who knows her way around a big city. And today, she was as ordinary as anyone else, shouldering an old gray messenger bag and wearing a loose, black tank top under a dotted denim overshirt and simple scarf with tattered blue jeans and combat boots. If anyone happened to look close enough, they would notice a thin line broken into the front of the scuffed up boots where her claws escape, one in each foot. She also wore fingerless leather gloves that were coated with dry blood on the inside and ripped where her claws slice their way out of her skin whenever she needs them. So yeah, for the most part, she didn't look too different from most rebellious teens on the streets these days. At least not today. X-23 walked with a purpose and she hardly ever walked without one. Slow and steady wasn't exactly her motto and she doesn't often stop for detours. Unless her curiosity gets the best of her. As she turned the corner a block or so down from a store called The CoffeeBean, her heightened sense of hearing picked up an interesting sound she would normally have to strain for in the echoing subway systems. Now though, among the usual din of cars on the streets, people walking along sidewalks, honking horns etc., she listened closely to the sound of an acoustic guitar being played with considerable skill. Unable to resist following the soothing music along with the promise of a baked good, Laura followed her ears and walked into The Coffeebean. The mutant was immediately engulfed in the strong scent of espresso, but as she ordered a small croissant (all she could afford at the moment), the smell faded while she grew acclimated to it. She couldn't get used to the guitar or its player though. Taking little bites of her bread to make it last longer, Laura took a few steps closer to the barely-there stage in the corner of the shop and watched, eyes focused on the guitarist's skilled fingers plucking the strings to create an unfamiliar, but gentle tune. She had to admit he was talented and if she had any money to spare, she would add it to the tip jar by his guitar case like it seemed many others had done before she'd arrived. Honestly, she should have gone by now. She'd obtained what she needed, though it hadn't appeased her ever-annoying stomach one bit. But his music seemed to evoke in her a sense of peace she rarely came across, if only temporarily. And his performance truly was too temporary as the song came to a close and the man stood to begin packing up his things. Laura threw away the paper her meal had come in and prepared herself to leave as well, but just as she started to pass the stranger placing his guitar in its case, her sensitive nose caught on to something she was afraid she'd never come across. A switch in her mind set her heart racing as it recognized the faint scent on the man, not his but...hers. Or rather, some close variation of her own scent. Which had to mean this compelling young guitarist had been in recent contact with...Wolverine. X-23 snapped into a mental state she reserved solely for missions and walked swiftly out onto the blustery streets again. The nearest alley allowed her enough coverage to climb onto a roof of a store that fixed electronics, just two doors down from the CoffeeBean. Wherever that guitarist decided to go, she would inevitably follow.