Unfortunately for Telford, backing off from 'Ro meant he was back within reach of Logan. People forgot, or merely didn't know, that the feral, berserker Canuck was a martial arts expert. However, he didn't need to be. He used a move that any child may learn in their first few lessons. His hand whipped out and he aimed a thumb strike to the nerve at the hip joint that he hoped would either send Ford to the ground, or at least make him double over in pain and shut his mouth. He would deal with the indecent fucker later.
"Sorry again, 'Ro. Had to be done," he deadpanned, smile still in place. "They let all kinds in here these days, looks like," he added, throwing Ford a dirty, warning look. Looking back at the girl with a renewed pleasant expression, he went on. How to answer her? Obviously something had happened to her, but if she said he looked familiar, then someone had messed with her head too. Trying to confront her with this information might do more harm than good. He'd leave that to the brainiacs. Right now the most important thing was not scaring her away, he guessed. It was hard not to sigh just then.
One of these days, Logan was going to lose it, hunt down every last damn telepath and mindfucker on earth, and kill them all. Okay, except for Chuck... Maybe.
"Ororo is who you remind me of. She's a teammate, and a good friend. A real solid lady. You'd like her."