"Ain't many that do," Logan replied to her comment about having his sense of smell. It was something he had been born with, and it helped a great deal when something was pressing and needing to be located.
The comment about the cabin settled into the large mutants heart and he looked up at the structure for a moment, "Thanks. Built it myself. Long time ago. Before I came here nobody'd ever seen in before 'cept me. Now it's here close to civilization. But ya can't tell unless ya drive out to the commons. Trees keep it away from everyone. Kinda like that about it."
"Bike is mine. Rode it here." He had ridden into town on it, this it was the original. And take or don't, Logan would make due. He mounted the bike and fired it up, having fished the keys from the deep pockets of his jeans before looking over at her. "C'mon. I'll take ya someplace good."
When Jo was on the bike Logan backed it down the driveway and then turned and rose down the road to the City Commons. It wasn't too log before he was parked infront of the same bar in which he had met the Winchesters and Honour not too long ago. "Place looks rough but it ain't bad once ya get in," Logan said over the purr of the engine. He parked and killed the sound, pocketing the keys. When the kickstand was down he dismounted, waited for her and then held open the door to the bar, gesturing her in first.