Logan shoved his hands into the pockets of his moto-jacket and stood there in silent revelry. He'd been right. Megan had been the familiar scent and how could he have forgotten her? There were smells, much like hers, that demanded presence and now he could see the reason behind the pull.
A reuniting.
"Thought you'd be happier ta see me. Guess not, but why am I surprised?" And she was the only one that had addressed him thusfar by his alias, the name he's used for as long as he could remember to conceal an already public identity.
"Megan, it wasn't my choice to be here. Haven't been here very long," Logan said before taking a moment to look around, "Nice place ya got here. Fixit...suits it."