Logan snorted and cocked a brow. "I'm sure you wanted him dead somethin' fierce. But trust me, nobody wanted that man to suffer more that me." True he didn't have a firm grasp on what went down between them, but that didn't matter. Simply because it all boiled down to it being his fault Jean was dead Logan wanted the man flayed. Chuckling slightly he shook his head. "No, never said that. In fact I knew he tortured others. But that man ripped my life away from me more than once."
His brow raised, her past was colorful if not anything else. "Be glad to know who you are in any capacity." Turning his back towards her he reached for a wrench.
And the wrench dropped to the ground with a heavy clank before he turned and looked at her. "You're what?"