Bill turned his body to face the man, not so much confrontational as..."open", he would put it. He held on to his beer, not even pretending to be interested in it.
"Only about four years," he murmured. He inhaled a whiff of smoke from the smouldering cigar. It brought back memories of Chicago - dark, unpleasant memories he'd sooner forget. This, coupled with his insatiable curiosity as to Logan's exact nature, cast a dark shadow over his countenance. He was probably coming off more threatening than he was intending to.
He smiled briefly and asked, "And yourself? You seem about as much of a city dweller as I probably do,"