He'd intended to get rid of whoever the hell it was politely, well as polite as he could be. But then that question was what presented itself. Logan was frozen for a moment and then grabbed the bumped of the truck, hauling himself out. His eyes shifted to look at her, no recognition whatsoever. Carefully he thought about what to say as he rounded the truck, opened the door and grabbed a beer from the backseat. It was warm, but beggars couldn't exactly be choosers.
Taking a long pull of the warm, amber liquid he swallowed it roughly and nodded. "Yeah. Good riddance." He didn't rightly care if she was a fan or foe of the bastard. "Why's it matter to you?"
That was one of his regrets, had that serum worn off of Deathstrike who was she? Did she really deserve to die in such a horrible way? Logan severely doubted it. He'd wished he'd gotten the chance to find out. But it was over and there was nothing that could fix it. She was nothing more than a giant paperweight somewhere at the bottom of Alkali.
He walked over towards the toolbox to grab something else and cracked his neck. "Well, at least I'm fairly sure he's dead. Didn't really stick around to see if he stayed chained to the wall before the water came." Logan smirked. God how he wished he could of stuck around and watched as he took his last breath.