Her anger isn't directed at him, not really, so Logan doesn't take it personally. If she were had wanted to, he would have been willing to take a few punches from her, to let her get it all out. Let her beat on someone who can take it and still be all right. As it is, he stays crouched beside her, watching her gather up the shreds of herself.

"It's OK, kid, I.." he starts, then drifts away, distracted, as his gaze falls on another set of crystals. Because there's Jeannie, green and gold and the red tumble of her curls, a smile he hasn't seen in far too long that, unexpected, turns over something in his chest. He reaches out to touch a fingertip to the cold hard surface of the crystal. His voice, when he speaks again, is low, almost a whisper.

"What the hell is this place?"