The fact that she doesn't so much as curse in his ear as he hauls her through the snow gives Logan a cause for concern. That she's hurt enough or scared enough to be down to the shreds of instinct, just trying to survive to the next minute -- it's not good.

Logan forces himself to go faster, ducking away from the swipes of the shadows on his heels. Snow sprays up around his thighs as he forges through the deep drifts, then into the shadow of what looks like a parking lot. The ice left behind from the receding flood water makes the going slippery, so he tightens his hold on Ellie and lopes across the concrete to the door of some sort of security office, kicking it open and skidding inside into what turns out to be a warehouse full of snow-dusted mannequins.

He glances back to see the shadows standing at the edge of the lot, buzzing and chattering in frustration, before turning and setting Ellie down on the floor.

"Damn it, kid," he growls, pulling off his hoodie and wrapping it around her shoulders, not taking any excuses about her not needing it this time, "stay with me."