Logan looks down at her with soft consideration as they walk side by side to the nearest bar. There's a small smile on his face before he heads to the bar, which isn't very far away. The thing about a cruise ship is that there are bars everywhere.

It's got more alcohol than anyone could ever need, and Logan has noticed they have a tendency of filling themselves.

"Let me fix the drinks this time," he says quietly, because he remembers what drink she chose for herself last time and he'd like to make her a drink. He heads around to the other side of the bar to get the alcohol ready. "Any questions? Don't mind talking about it."

He's over a hundred years old after all. It's something he has come to terms with in a way a lot of young mutants haven't and can't (other than the part where he lives while the people around him die, but that's not anything he'll ever be able to come to terms with, he thinks).