He was working.. maybe it wasn't a real job, but it was all he could do. This opponent actually turned out to be one tough son of a bitch though. Logan had known it the moment he stood in front of him, the guy was a mutant, this was no going to be easy money for a change. But the outcome was still the same. He collected his belongings and started home, or rather to Marie's which had been home for a while now.
His wounds had healed, all except the broken ribs, which were mending as he walked. Something few people knew, bones mending back together at an accelerated rate hurt like hell.
He heard the little jingle of his phone and reached in his pocket, hitting the button on it to talk he brought it to his ear. "Yeah?" He didn't know who it was, didn't care. Not many had the number.