"Still," Logan said. It seemed extreme, and off the scale of retaliation for what she'd done. But it was a different time then. It didn't make it right, or excusable, but different times had different ways of handling things.
Logan snorted a slight laugh before he shook his head. Well, he had heard that expression a time or two, hadn't he? "Maybe in some realities they do," he murmured in response. Who was to say they didn't? The more realities he saw here ... the wider his point of view grew.
He glanced to either side of himself as if to decide whether or not he thought his shoulders were too wide. He thought they suited him, and a half-grin curved his lips briefly. "Guess you caught on to me," he replied to her teasing. "I'm stuck here and don't want anyone to see me comin' or goin'." He wasn't going to comment on the charm bit; only a very small handful of people saw anything but his grump, and he certainly wasn't going to do anything to encourage rumors of his charmingness.
He couldn't, and wouldn't, disagree with her assessment of the train's sense of humor. Fucked up as it was to think a train had a sense of anything, he had to agree. It was twisted; he'd give it that. "No argument there," he murmured before he exhaled and let his attention drift back to the window.