No Mercy for the Man.
Logan's groggy and sore when he wakes up, and it takes him a minute to register where he is...essentially in a room surrounded by his worst nightmares. He lets out a short bark of a laugh.
Guess there was a point t'all the dreams inna first place. I ain't freakin' out near as much as I thought I'd be.
The woman's face in front of him fills him with hatred and revulsion. Unfortunately with his arms bound as they are, even if he popped his claws they wouldn't do much good. So he responds the only way he can: By spitting in her face.
"Go to hell, bitch. I dunno who you are, or whatcha want with me, but I don't really give a fuck. I promise you, though, whatever happens I'm gonna survive. An' then, I'm gonna find yer mainframe, an' make yer artificial existence a livin' motherfuckin' hell."