He noted the accent, but didn't comment on it. His most recent trip across the pond had been disastrous for a lot of reasons, not least of which his possession by a body-jumper named David, son of Charles Xavier and Moira McTaggert. He wondered if demonic possession was at all like that. "Darlin', I'm pretty sure we're all a little bit out of our jurisdiction," Logan chuckled, lifting the beer to his lips and taking a long pull.
"Lines of salt and fling the holy water, got it," Logan nodded, tucking the hip flask into his pocket. "Been told about the host bodies already. As a former possession victim, I got a lot of sympathy for 'em." He was clearly disturbed by the idea of possession. "It's never fun, demon or otherwise."
He chuckled a little. "I could probably memorize all the Latin, but it'll be hard for me to execute it while pulling my punches to make sure the host doesn't get hurt. All my training's based on killing, not on keeping people alive. I can adjust, but it takes more concentration than you think. So I signed up for Andrew and Buffy's whole buddy thing." He would have asked her how good her Latin was, but he'd seen her name on the list already.
Logan repeated what he knew so far. "Sam Winchester is the go-to guy, though I'm guessing there are others. Pretty blonde girl gave me quite a bit of information." He didn't get her name. That showed just how off his game he really was after the random teleportation. He didn't mention Ruby. Any advice she gave him, he'd be checking with other sources that weren't demonic. "Lines of salt will keep the demons out, and holy water will hurt 'em without hurting the host." He chuckled and leaned back, taking another pull from his beer. "Nope, think I'm good so far. What's the next lesson, teach?"