Logan nodded, puffing on the cigar. "She's a good kid, just think she's had a bad run of luck." His brow arched and he looked over at him. "Not an interrogation. I'm worried about her and well, while I care about her, don't really know a whole lot about her. You think she's gonna be alright?"
Logan stubbed off some ashes from his cigar. "Don't you worry, the place I got on mind we'll get good booze and well, hear there's a bit of cage fighting too, might blow off some steam."