Logan snorted, then laughed faintly. He imagined someone else had caught on to the irony of the timing, but it had escaped him. It hadn't been nine months for everyone, after all -- just a few. Still, the train had been kidnapping people for that long, so the logic (assuming the train adhered to logic) still stood.
"Some," he replied to her question. "We ... talked about a lot of things," he admitted. "Mostly the train. What the train was doin' at the time. But sometimes she talked about home. About Robin. About the people she knew there." He shifted his weight slightly before he turned his head enough to regard her a little more evenly.
"I'll answer what questions I can, if you really want the answers," he said finally. "But I'm not going to try t'judge what I think you want to hear or what you don't want to hear." He wasn't going to be blunt if he could help it, but he'd be honest. If she really wanted to hear things.