Logan had some sort of response brewing, until she got to the part where she'd be turning eighteen. He wondered what that had to do with anything, and he sort of stared at her before he shook his head slightly.
"Probably best if you keep some distance then," he said, and hopefully before she could take that the wrong way, he held one hand away from her and unleashed his claws on that hand. While he wasn't big on admitting what he was to anyone, it seemed like it was in his best interest to explain why someone who did funny things with metal not get too close. For all he knew, she could rip the metal right off his bones. It wasn't something he was at all inclined to experience. Ever. If it was anything like the feeling of it going into his body ... no, thanks.
"What does your age have to do with anything?" He asked, brow furrowing. He couldn't really just leave that one alone. Maybe it was meant to be a diversion, and if it was, it was working.