Logan smirks softly at the way her face lights up. He can see the beauty in it, not in himself (and he always come back, doesn't he?), but he sees it in other things. Maybe because he's been alive so long, seen so much die that the ones that can come back from hell are the ones that stick with him most. It's not easy to do especially for other people, for other towns, for the rest of the world. They don't have the super mutant healing that was given to him from the start so he'll get up and keep going whether or not he tries.

Maybe that's why it feels less beautiful to him when he is the one that does it. He's got no choice.

His smirk widens at what she says. "Well, I'm not really calm in danger, but I can handle it," Logan says, looking over at her as he leans against the side. Something about having no danger to handle makes him more unsettled than otherwise. "A lot better than this." He shakes his head slightly. The cruise ship is so silent, and there's no one to fight against. He can feel his muscles tense again just at the desire, the want to, the tips of his claws against the inside of his hand, but there's nothing to fight. "You explored much so far?"