Yeah, because he'd shot her and now she had to be all damage control and propaganda and face of mutant-kind so they weren't used for experiments. You know, the kind she was trying to prevent? Jerk.

"Why did you even need a stadium? For a statement, it was pretty over the top." She slides onto the bar stool next to him, dumping her backpack at her feet. There's a heavy clunk as she does so, but she doesn't seem worried. "You're bleeding, by the way."

Where she shot him. She's still a crack shot. Good to know.