Logan took a sidelong glance at Sage. He knew her scent, but she hadn't stuck around long enough for him to make up his mind about her one way or another. As far as he was concerned, the jury was still out on the woman. He knew he didn't trust her as far as he could throw her, but that really cast no judgment on Sage one way or another. Logan didn't really trust anyone, not until he'd seen what they were like when going through the fire together. He cocked an eyebrow at the display of cleavage and twisted his mouth in both annoyance and amusement. Cleavage beat adamantium claws any day. It wasn't as if he was known for his winsome ways anyhow.
"Thanks. I've been alright. Had me a bit of fun on the way here," he said in a tone that spoke of fists and the gnashing of teeth. "Only way I can stick this circus out without going mad." He grinned, showing a bit of fang, as he was handed some bottled stout. "All for Chuck's sake," he added lastly as an afterthought, flipping the cap off his beer and chugging it down after pushing away the tall glass he was offered.
"That's better," he said after his first swig, and he turned sideways to face Sage properly. "What's up with you? You an Avenger now or something?" Subtle he was not.