[She got dubiously shoved into an orgy where she accidentally murdered someone the week previous, so a little hand holding that she perpetuates really isn't taking advantage. Hell, if she knew him better, perhaps like the Rogue he's familiar with knew him, then she'd likely want to just curl up in an embrace while she shares a few drinks.

The mutant's always had a soft spot for those little, affectionate touches, as he probably knows. It's strange that he knows these things, but given her mutation it's not a difficult conclusion to draw. So, her fingers keep with the slow movement as he glances around, which provides an excellent opportunity to take a healthy swig of her drink.

Her eyes don't reflect anything positive in regards to his concerns about the chip.] It ain't magnetic metal, else mah friend who can control magnetism would have felt it an' tried. Ah've had lightnin' run through me without damagin' it too. Ah haven't talked to anyone who's tried surgery or magic yet. So far we can't deactivate it.

[Her gaze drops to her drink, or maybe their hands.]

Did they tell you what just happened? What's happened before?