All of the Mr. Logans are probably like that. I can't really imagine anything else.
Quentin would know better about that, though, wouldn't he? World-hopping, and all.
I'm glad, too.
She smiled brightly to Quentin before turning her attention back to Logan. "Do you swim, Mr. Logan?" It would probably be rude to ask if he would rust.
Logan wasn't really a fan of all the giggling and smiling about things he couldn't hear. Freaking telepaths. And telepath kids, too. It was just creepy. Slightly less creepy now that she wasn't with the other Stepfords. He popped the cap of his beer open with his adamantium claw. "Not a big swimmer, no," he answered.