Logan frowns at that, not liking the evasiveness of her answer, but decides to leave it for now. If she wanted to explain she would have told him. He knows better than to push kids like Ellie.

Instead, he resumes watching the shadows, claws still out at his sides. Not quite guarding, but ready. The hair on the back of his neck prickles in the ebb and flow of whatever this thing is that's watching them. The shadows haven't bothered him much so far -- hell, he's had to deal with far worse than a few ghosts -- but this seems different. More malicious.

"Glad to see you, kid," he says, because he knows he'd regret it if he didn't.