Logan had heard her coming, and a cooperative breeze had brought the scent to him, so he knew who to expect even before she came into sight. "Quiet," he replied to her question, his brows lifting even as his lip twitched into something like a smile. Much like he was content to watch the scenery from the touring car on the train, he was content to sit quietly with his thoughts at the resort.
He did have a few things to think about, after all.
As he'd been spending most of his time up here (with occasional ventures to the stores, the stable, or the lobby bar when he was feeling social), he really hadn't seen much of her. He hadn't been concerned; for the most part, he didn't think anything horrible could befall her here. No one was coming or going, so he wasn't concerned about her being whisked back home. He figured this was probably the best time they were all going to have to just do what they wanted, worry free.
Not that he'd assumed that was the case up front. He'd been in the camp with Jaime and the others, wondering what kind of trap this was going to be. It hadn't turned out to be one, and he'd relaxed, eventually.
"What've you been up to?" He called over to her before gesturing for her to join him up on the porch, if she was inclined. If she was just passing through on her way somewhere else, he'd let it be.