"Hey," Logan replies, "I've had some good times gettin' drunk in empty hallways. Not always after fallin' through a mirror, though."

He drains the last of the can and crumples it in his hand, then yawns. Fatigue is running through his blood, healing factor buzzing at his temples and in his gut. The animal in him suggests it's a good place to stop for a while; safe den, a place to hide, to stop running.

"Kid, you mind.. you mind keepin' watch?" As he talks he leans his head back against the wall, eyes closing, and crosses his arms over his chest.