Logan sighed, lifting his free hand and running it through his hair. He didn't like being out of control of his own body. It reminded him a little too much of Weapon X and their "forced detachment" training. Still, she was the resident doctor, and this information could come in handy. He signaled the bartender to get him another beer and began. "You're still there. You're not asleep, like they say some of those MPD guys are. You can still see everything, still hear everything, still smell everything. You can still feel what's going on around you." He turned his gaze to the bar now, the fingers of his free hand drumming against the bar in a sort of nervous tic. "Worse is that you can feel everything they are gonna do. David, for example. He wanted to hurt his daddy so goddamn much. So goddamn much it scared me. You feel every sick little impulse they have." He sighed and shook his head. "Sorry." He glanced up at her and gave her an apologetic shrug. "S'all I can really talk about. Like they say, it ain't pleasant."
He smirked, happy to have the talk off of the possession thing. It really wasn't his favorite subject of discussion. "Well, if he's a wannabe, I'm sure he'll learn quick that he needs to stand down and let the real professionals take over." Of course, Logan wasn't above beating the crap out of a wannabe to teach him that lesson, but he didn't share that.
"Yeah, Charlie Xavier's team of merry mutants protecting a world that hates and fears us," Logan snorted, still somewhat amazed that he'd been brought around to Xavier's idealistic notion of coexistence. "Gotta be honest, I didn't buy it at first." The bartender returned with his beer, and Logan thanked him, popped the cap, and downed about half the beer in one long pull. "But the little bald cripple managed to convince me."