The funny thing about Logan was that Ryder [i]couldn't[/i] read his mind, but didn't volunteer such information. She held her newfound weapon in her hands and psychically stimulated all of its internals, feeling the weight under her grip and the way it would behave when she pulled the trigger. A weapon only she could make, with a piece of her power to make it function properly.

All things considered, it meant very little to her, it would just be the key to lock the door for her. Something a mere flick of her wrist could manifest.

[color=00ffff]"What I want is my business, and mine alone. But since you're being a persistent ass about it- Yeah, I want them scattered like [i]ash.[/i] And you're either staying out of it or staying [i]behind me,"[/i][/color] Ryder said, as more tools flew towards her, making minor adjustments to bits and pieces of her hack-job of a weapon. [color=00ffff]"Ever since I was old enough to understand the concept of breathing and being a person, I've known every trick in their book. I know what they hide and where they hide it. And when I get my hands on them, there won't be a prayer in any religion on this shitty piece of rock that can save them from the reckoning they've brought into this fucking world."[/color]

More pieces of gadgetry started coming together in front of her, more in the shape of a pair of glasses or a visor than anything like a weapon. The shape was made from bits of fiberglass and spare electronics that fitted together in much the same fluid process as Ryder's gun, and in some way was a mockery of what Cyclops wore on a daily basis. 

[color=00ffff]"That giant robot's corpse was useful after all."[/color] She didn't say it out loud, but based on what she was doing, it was obvious what Ryder meant. She was planning to use the Sentinel core as a component of her tinkering.