Logan ordered himself a beer as well, and settled into the atmosphere accordingly. He had always found a bar to be a comfort. Why? He wasn't entirely sure. Maybe it was the subtle atmosphere, an area where most people went to keep to themselves. Sure there were those that came to drink, to be loud and to shoot pool, but for the most part rowdy humans never affected the mutant.
When Jo inquired about his arrival Logan nodded without a moment to spare, "Yep. Was headed to my cabin actually and I ended up here instead." His cabin was different than the one here due to the fact that in the still, Canadian backwoods Logan had built his by hand. Though the one here replicated the residence almost exactly, probably from his memory, it felt different when he was inside of it than it usually did before.
"Could be a month, give 'er take." He hadnt been keeping track of the days. When years began to pile up on you like they had for him, days started not to matter.
And he would never tell Jo but the old X-Men costume had somehow managed to materialize in his closet. The bright spandex of ages past taunted him every time he opened the door for a clean shirt.