Logan had seen some interesting things in his time, but green hair was new. His brows arched slightly, but he opted not to comment. Maybe she just ... really liked green. Who was he to judge? He was equally surprised when she introduced herself as Lorna, because he really had been expecting a very young girl. A child, not a teenager.
"Be safer to ask who I was before you invited me in," he pointed out before he rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "Yeah, I'm Logan," he agreed as he glanced around the foyer. He inhaled slowly but deeply out of habit to see if there was anything about this place that he'd need to be guarded about, and he was coming up with nothing. Nothing in the area, at any rate -- but it was a big house. Maybe there were more concentrated smells in other areas that saw less scent-muddling traffic.
He was half-inclined to ask if her parents knew he was here, but he guessed he'd deal with that if some angry dad came in to see what he was doing in his daughter's room.