The 'I'm not fine but I'm sure as hell not going to tell you about it' look is so Laura that it makes his heart ache a little. Still, he takes her advice and slips the hoodie back on, though more because it's the easiest way to carry it. Definitely not because he's feeling the cold himself.

Two can play at that stubborn game.

Then fear and blood deep through her bravado, showing a glimpse of the scared kid within.

He's about to open his mouth to let her know there ain't nothin' there besides more darkness when he feels it himself. Something running up his spine, making his psychic hackles bristle.

Being watched. No, worse. Being hunted.

He pops both sets of claws without thinking about it. Sniffs. Nothing there except Ellie herself, plus dust and dirt and the rising water.

But still, that feeling, almost a breath on the back of his neck --

Logan bares his teeth at the shadows, slowly turning his head to peer into the chill gloom.

"Come here, kid. Stick close to me."