Logan just pulled out a cigar as Jean went ninety to nothing asking questions. Christ, had he been that demanding when he'd found himself here? Probably not, but he was a different breed than her. He pulled out a match, running the rough, calloused pad of his thumb across it, lighting it. Holding it up, he lit his cigar, and glanced at her.
"Yes, there are others here," he said, answering her questions in order that she asked them. Least, he hoped he was. "Some of the team, some people from all over the damn place. Here would be... London, Ontario, Canada. No one knows who or how it was done. Don't know about the students, can't call or get any means of communication outside of town. No, I haven't seen One Eye."
He glanced around the room briefly. "I don't live here, here, though I'm in a similar building right across the way. If the layout is the same, which it seems to be, you're gonna get three more room mates. Got this place to yourself for the moment."
He turned back to face her. "And if there are no more questions right off, I have one for you. Mind putting something else on besides that sheet? Much as I don't mind admiring your leg, and... other things that are visible, not really one to do so out in the open like this."