It was a sign of respect, and it wasn't lost on Logan. He just got a kick out of it that everyone called him that. He wasn't really even sure what his name was supposed to be. Logan just seemed to fit him.
"You sure?" He asked, following her into the foyer of the house, glancing around. It seemed like a nice enough place. He wondered where her parents were at the moment. It'd be hard, though, for him to meet them without saying something snarky--as he'd heard a lot about the way they'd treated their daughter.
"Okay. C'mon." Logan wasn't really comfortable talking in this house. It was nice, and all that, but it didn't feel like a safe place for a mutant. He led the way down the front lawn to the jet, and up into its bowels.