He was a little shocked at the rapid fire questions Threnody threw his way. But he nodded. "Canada." At least, that's what he thinks. To him Canada was home.
"Yeah, I'm a mutant." He downed the rest of the beer. "Well, all my senses are as keen as any animal. Dying.. doesn't really happen to me, at least yet and I've been through some shit that would of killed anyone else. Haven't found anything that can do me in permanently."
Logan raked his hand through his longer hair. "Healing factor is what professor called it. Marie's touched me a few times and I'm still here if that tell's ya anything. And then well there's this."
Without so much as a warning his claws came out, making that distinct sound. And even faster they sheathed back into his arms.
Glancing over at Theresa he gave her a nod. "Were you here the night Stryker's military guys broke in? Had to be about.. eight years ago or more."