Somehow being in possession of a gun right now just makes Meredith feel more vulnerable, not less, and she heads toward him, though her shoulders go back and her chin lifts. There's no sense that Wolverine recognizes her, which is jarring but, she tells herself, to be expected — a different time, a different place, this isn't the guy she knows, though with the way the island plays, that wouldn't have been out of the question. "Who are they?" she asks, keeping her voice low. Still feeling like she might be sick, she's just going to have to stay focused and calm a little longer, at least until they get out of this. If she can fake it long enough, it might just stick.