Logan would not put it past Mystique to have found a way around the scent thing. Especially not if she was here because the PTB's wanted to fuck with him. There was only one thing he knew for sure. This WAS NOT LAURA.
"Cold?" He repeated. More proof, if he'd needed it. Laura'd been standing out in the cold for hours the night of the spar and never said a thing. "And I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last fuckable thing in existence. Now where the FUCK is the real Laura?"