An Avatar of the Red. Logan nodded as if he understood because it was easier, knowing he would have to look into exactly what that meant. In his experience often children lacked the ability to give an accurate description of something, and not for lack of trying. He was curious on how she knew. But he knew she was different, she smelled different.
When she mentioned his bones again, Logan shook his head at her, "Not really. I hardly ever feel pain anymore. At least not the physical kind," Logan explained. "Would ya like ta see it? Tha coverin' over the bone?" Sometimes kids needed pictures or solid evidence to really understand what they were seeing. Logan didn't mind catering to her either, though if she was curious this would be the first instance since he'd arrived that anyone would see his claws.
His blue eyes noticed a large stray up the street from where they were, and it's attention was on them instantly. Logan growled, and the dog tilted its head before sitting. Logan had an animal empathy, an ability to talk to animals to convey messages and assure them that they meant no harm. He was sure the canine could smell his primal side, the alpha, and having a child in two wasn't good when a dog wanted to fight for territory. Lucky for them though the dog paid them no more mind. Logan didn't want its space.