Logan was doing what he was supposed to be doing, for once, and herding a group of students out to the back lawn for 'Art of Fighting Without Fighting', to be followed by 'Art of Fighting With Fighting'. He would have taken any excuse to shake them off and do something vaguely more interesting and suited to his abilities...but he hadn't thought to clarify that desire.
Crossing the entrance hall, he caught a whiff of a very familiar scent - one not so familiar, but he could work with that - and a trench coat and fedora more suited to something he recognized than a modern fashion. Both of those meant nothing good.
"Kelly," he said a senior's name at random, "Take 'em down and get 'em started. Way down."
She said something agreeable, and took over herding duties as he stayed right there, eyes on the visitors moving away, and tried to figure out the best way to evacuate the rest of the mansion without panicking the students. ...hell with that, he'd take delaying their uninvited guests. He was always better at that anyways.
There was no point in drawing his claws. It'd only panic the students, and this one wouldn't be impressed, much less terrified. Instead, he strode after them. "You got six good reasons for being here?" he called over.