"Yeah, cold." She lifted both her hands and wiggled her fingers, a bit stiffly. "Dead cold. I'm starting to stiffen up. Oh, gods, really?" She dropped her hands again and lifted her eyebrows. "You think you know me that well? What crawled into you and died?" Well. Logan was in a bad mood, wasn't he?
But then, something was telling her that this wasn't fairly unusual for Logan.
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