Logan snorted. "Yeah, I got claws. Damn good thing, too. C'n you feel your feet, doll? Anything under there poking you hard someplace?" Trying to get a feel for how, exactly, she was trapped under there, and what would be safe to cut to get her out. For the moment, he retracted the claws and started carefully pulling the lighter hunks of crap off of her.
"How the hell you're still alive, doll ... " Logan shook his head, then smirked. "Guess you got a secret or two of your own, huh?"