Logan was down in the Danger Room mid-training - the younger kids had left maybe a half hour beforehand for some other "important" class, English or some goddamn thing that Logan didn't see was gonna serve them all that well if whatever this new big thing that was coming came, and there he was with Paige, just getting started. But something caught his attention. Loud, familiar... filling his nostrils with that fucking scent he knew so well.
Couldn't be, he told himself, and held up a hand to Paige - he'd been mid-sentence telling her to go ahead and give him the demonstration, the new form he'd told her to practice between sessions and then there was that. Scraping down the panelling. Claws. Well, that was just what he needed, his conversation with Remy still pretty goddamn fresh in his mind.
"Kid, I think we got company," he told her, voice low as he popped his claws and headed for the door. "Throw on the strongest skin ya got. You're gonna be needin' it."