"Me either. Though I have tried." Last time he'd gotten close was when he arrived her and flew into that oil tanker. It took weeks for all the pain to go away from that one.
"You haven't exhausted anything. Don't go down that easily." He smiled and leaned back against the edge of the bar. "Truth is, I don't know much about what's going on here. I've been assigned a hotel of people to protect and I take that kinda thing seriously." He smiled once more at the gesture. "Cheers."
That was a loaded question. He sighed and leaned his head back. "Got tired of people, noise. Needed some quiet time. Like I said earlier, dead don't really disturb ya too much or talk back."
Logan cracked his knuckles, a louder noise than normal. "Look, no matter what he does working for him doesn't make you a bad person. It's what you do that makes you what you are, the decisions you make. And I seriously doubt you're the type of woman to take orders from anyone."