"Don't know. Throw a couple of these guys at me and I might change my answer." But hey, he'd already seen first hand that she didn't do well with people who purposely tried to annoy her. Logan wasn't exactly going to complain about momentarily not getting pelted with water, gave her a chance to actually get her hair off her face and sort of situated into a ponytail again. "Fuck no, there's a reason they make chain-gangs do this shit." At mention of the rain, Logan could feel herself grimace before she could force her expression to stay neutral. "Who likes the rain; it's cold and I'm already soaked all the way through to my underwear." That was it, of course. No other reason to be upset about it.
That sounded decidedly like he was flirting, which was met with a quirked eyebrow and the corner of her lips lifting into a sly smile. How.. normal of him, made her like him just a fraction more then she already did. "Didn't realize you were so into watching, Cohan." Canting her head, Logan let her smile take on a flirtatious edge. "Not usually my preference, but I could make it work." It was oddly comforting to do something so normal in the middle of all the chaos, at least until the water filled her boot again.
"That's flattering, but you realize it's not getting you out of helping right?" Trying not to grimace as she pulled her foot free from the mud. "And that's the lamest fucking excuse I've ever heard." Lifting her brow in a questioning manner, she stared up at him. "Especially considering I stopped to talk to you, so I don't got a rhythm going even." There was a trace of amusement in her tone though, because for whatever reason she found that she genuinely liked both the Cohan's she'd met so far.
Logan rolled her eyes up at him. "If you're not coming down here to help me, then at least give me a hand out of here." She lifted her hand up, like she was waiting for him to help pull her out of the trench, but really she had every intention of tugging him down instead if he took the bait.