There was a time in Logan's life when no one would think twice about approaching him, or even sharing their secrets with him. But time had weathered the very old man, and he was more amenable to the idea of company and even conversation. Besides, he had a way of making younger people feel at ease. At least in moments like these.
"There's a lot of shit these portals do that are beyond explanation," he said to her. "Time travel being one of them. And you probably noticed that this ain't your universe, either." He took a big drink from his glass, and he nodded at her words. "No one's found a way to get back to their world, and we got a lot of smart people in our group. But like you said that don't mean it ain't possible."
He finished his glass and refilled it. The bottle was nearly empty now, and the bartender came by and brought a fresh bottle for the man. "You're the second person today asking for cigarettes," he said with a laugh. "They got a cigar bar if you ain't against that sort of thing."
There was a small pause. "So what's going on in your world," he asked finally. "Got anything to do with what going on with your hands there?"