It is a very wet and very naked man. He is wet with suds of soap still spilling down with the drops of water, rolling over each muscle as he stands there on the deck. Logan is looking tense and peeved at the world like he just might want to use those muscles to rip something apart. Logan is so tense and lost in this tenseness that he doesn't even notice there is anyone else here until he hears her speak.

Logan turns, tilting his head to the side as he stares down at the tiny woman with red hair (red hair reminds him of-- well).

Despite all of the tension in every muscle, he knows people who end up here don't do it on purpose, and she doesn't really look like she was expecting to see him so he doubts she is behind the ship's... kidnapping abilities. There's a light smirk at her expression and the way she is reacting to him. Logan folds his arms over his... incredibly bare, muscular chest.

"See something you like?" Logan, please. "...Didn't mean to end up here naked." This seems like an obvious statement but one he makes anyway.