"Ice cream 'n beer don't really go so good together." He glanced over at the girl and couldn't help the overwhelming pity and sorrow he felt for the girl. It had nothing to do with her appearance. It was the eyes. She was a young woman, he could tell that even through the dirt and grime, except her eyes. They were old and eyes like that had seen some horrors. He knew, because eyes like that looked back at him in the mirror.
He chuckled at what she called alcohol. "Well darlin', that's all part of the appeal if you ask me." He tipped his can towards her and took a sip, noticing Theresa hadn't opened her beer, but he said nothing.
He offered the girl a gentle smile, not something that often came from the wolverine, but he just didn't have the heart to be harsh towards her. "Nice to meet you too Threnody." Logan was curious why the young woman didn't bathe, or take a general interest in any kind of hygiene. But, he was also a private person and believed everyone deserved their own.
Logan sighed and threw away his second can. "Never knew you to be such a killjoy Kitty." Standing he rolled his shoulders back, cracking them loudly and made no effort to apologize for it.
"You all probably have class tomorrow. I won't keep you up any longer." He nodded, grabbing his pack from where he left it and slung it over his shoulder. "Yeah, I remember exactly where it is."