Logan nods in answer. It is beautiful for a city. He never quite enjoys cities as much as the wilderness, the trees, the isolation, but it is a beautiful one partly for that reason. "That's right. Always admire somethin' more when it gets back up after being knocked out," he says. Stronger, better, faster. There have been times he's wished he wouldn't get back up, but he keeps going, keeps moving, always.

He looks over at her, smirking at her answer. She is good at masking it. He can usually sense fear. Just something about a way a person holds themselves, about the air around them. "Probably would've served me right to learn a little somethin' about that, but there are just some things, I just get all wound up about." After being taken by the military and experimented on (though he doesn't remember all that), kidnapping is one of those things. Loss of control. He takes in a breath. Being a soldier ought to have taught him something about that, but he thinks he lost the learning of it somewhere along the way. He was a soldier though. It's where the dog tags come from.