Logan watches her hands, the way she clutches at the crudely carved deer, and thinks now there's a kid that needs to learn what being a kid is like. He isn't sure he can teach her -- even without decades of mind-wipe scarring it's been a long time since he was a child -- but maybe he can help a little.

He raises his eyebrows when she pulls out what's clearly a beer can and might have made a joke about it, but her words are sobering.

"Took the words right outta my mouth." He eyes her thoughtfully. "Where'd a kid like you learn a philosophy like that?"