Logan cocked his head a little, not taking his eyes off Magneto or his current follower. Not one of the usual crew, which boded poorly. Magneto never replaced someone with someone less powerful. He was an annoying collector that way. Even more than his own abilities, which were...annoying. "Nope," he said bluntly. He had nothing better to do than to stand here and delay Magneto so that Charles could evacuate the mansion. If there was going to be a battle - and there was always a battle - it was going to trash the place.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Bobby coming up from another angle; more accurately, caught the high, clean scent of ice. Now he unsheathed his claws, though kept them down at his side. Make them focus on him, let Magneto play his particularly amusing game of "manipulate Wolverine into awkward shapes," and Bobby had a clear shot.
Of course, by then Wheels was rolling up and telling them to stand easy, and he wasn't quite willing to back down. Evacuation siren, he thought tersely even as Chuck proceeded to greet the terrorist like an old friend and made small talk. Kids outta here.