Chinese lanterns lit the marketplace he was in. He nodded and used the customary greeting on the people he passed and bought a few things from. He was having a craving for some authentic Oriental cuisine and the part that shocked him most was the fact he could pull recipes of them from memory.
Some of the scents that came from the restaurants were not bad at all, was making his stomach growl. He continued to walk, finding it much easier to focus here, the rage was dwindling.
Another scent reached him as he was talking with a little old Chinese man about the gangs that were strong arming him. Logan was going to see to it that didn't happen anymore. The scent however mad his knuckles tingle and itch so he bid the man farewell and went off seeking his quarry.