Usually when you walk into a room, you don't expect to blink and suddenly be somewhere else. So that's a great fucking trick right there, evil-wasteland hell-city. Thank you. So Much. Eliot is eternally grateful for being completely displaced in the fraction of a second, but at least this time it wasn't three inches above the ground of the place he's found himself.

Which apparently has one very aggressive X-man somehow still looking extremely menacing while meditating, but maybe like how some people have resting bitch face, Logan just has resting honey badger face. He's about to leave Logan to it when Eliot realizes there is no exit. He sighs woefully.

"Well this is just. Perfect."