She looked.. scared wasn't the right word. Cautious. That more aptly fit the young woman before him. Also, there was something vaguely familiar about the girl. But then again there were young people all over the place here. "Darlin', nobody wanted that bastard dead more'n me. Only difference between us is you probably know why you wanted him dead."
Another blank space in his head, it just pissed him off there was more murk than clarity in his brain. "Dunno how he got off the chopper, all I know is when we left he was chained to a wall, and that was where I left him." Had he had more time, Logan would of come up with a more creative and bloody way to end the man. He would of gladly tortured him for hours.
"He's gone. Don't waste another seconds thought on him. He ain't worth it kid."
He looked over at her with a brow raised. "You obviously know me. So, who the hell are you?" With wary eyes he watched her. She knew Stryker, last thing he needed right now was another Deathstrike on his hands.