Logan shrugged and then nodded at the mention of the bike. He lead her across the yard of the old house back in the direction of his cabin. "Seen some before that I'd consider ta be more on the festive side, so it ain't unheard of." But it really didn't matter. Any bloodsucker that tried anything against him, or Jo for that matter, would find themselves very much regretting their existence.
"Somethin' like that. And I don't run. Ain't a runner unless I hafta be. Usually when I smell somethin' that ain't usual I come check it out. Can't help it." There had been a point in his life where he didn't care what came of anyone. But now that he was an Avenger his attitude was geared more towards helping.
Logan lead Jo to the cabin, finally, and up to the bike. "This is my place. Ain't too fancy, but it gets tha job done."