Logan is very naked and very unhappy with ending up on this side of the ship at this particular moment of all moments. He can feel his muscles tense again all over his body, and those muscles have never been more visible than they are at this particular moment. The claws that want to tear out of his skin completely, but he hears her voice and he doesn't know how to react-- This is Christine after all, and she is a very put together woman who knows how to be direct and how to tell a person when they're fucking up or when they need to calm down.

She has this calming presence over him ordinarily, but he didn't exactly expect to be... naked in front of her at the moment, and he was already a bit annoyed with the situation as it was, and--

Logan lifts his eyebrows, turning to her, seeing her reaction to it, to him. He is very, very naked (as if nakedness can be in levels). The water drips from him to the surface of the deck, and if her gaze drifts, he won't point it out... but he will notice. There's a light smirk, and he doesn't really make an effort to cover himself (more because after all the shit he's been through, being naked doesn't seem like much in comparison).

"...a strapping gentleman?"

Yes, that is the thing to question, Logan.