[Her washing slows, fingers lingering under running water without notice as she glances over at him. These are the stories she hates knowing are true, the ones she wishes weren't. Disturbed at the imagery, she turns back to the sink.]

Well, I'm not inviting him over for dinner anytime soon, that's for sure. [All that she can really say about that, really.] Magneto, huh? Was that around the time when he kidnapped you?