Logan wasn't certain what to expect. He's starting to learn (already, he's a fast learner when it comes to some things) that Christine is not someone you can have expectations about. She seems to defy them without even batting an eyelash that a big, tough guy like him has done things he's not proud of.

"Yeah. Guess that's one way of puttin' it. Never seen space though." He smirks lightly, approaching the bar and leaning over the side of it to see what's there. No bartender but plenty of alcohol. That's not disconcerting at all. Where the hell does it come from? He shoves the question away, feels his muscles lock up in the back of his shoulders but shrugs that way too as he searches the shelves for something he wants. Something strong.