Logan watches her as she drains her glass, and he lets out a rough breath, listening, listening, but he can't hear the sounds of anyone else at least not near. There's just the sound of the waves that make him feel unsteady.

"Always. Want to have a better look around this place anyway." He steps away from the bar, swallowing the temptation to bring a bottle with him. It's not like he'd get very drunk off of it no matter how much he downed, but he wants his hands (and claws) free.