It was rare out here for Logan to catch a scent he recognized. But it happened, now. A familiar scent that reached back to memories he didn't know he had as well as more recent ones. Feminine, sensual, strong, but not horribly distinct to someone who didn't know her. He caught her scent on the air before he saw her. Because if he simply saw her, he wouldn't recognize her. She always had a different form, a different face.
He stopped, he waited for her to catch up. Might as well hit the confrontation head-on instead of avoiding her. At first he could be made out as just some guy, but then the shape of his shoulders, the style of his hair, the cut of his familiar jacket ... made it all obvious.