Being kicked was a bit of a surprise, but Logan instantly liked the kid. She had guts. "Don't worry about it Svetlana." He grinned a bit more. "No harm done anyways, even if it was one hell of a kick." He glanced at Fayina and shrugged. "Smoking doesn't hurt me. But since you asked nicely, I'll put it out now." Without another thought (and partly wanting to see how tough the kid was) he pressed the still smoldering cigar against his palm, wincing some as it sizzled against his skin.
"So, you're name's Fayina huh? Nice name. And no worries pipsqueak. Your mother's a friend of mine. Probably the only friend I got here. I don't make friends easily." He looked up at Svetlana, pulling the cigar away once it was out and pocketing it. "You sure you're all right?" He brushed the ash off of his healed hand and looked at the Russian woman. She was definitely beautiful and Logan was finding himself rather attracted to her. And so far as he could tell, Svetlana had kids but so far as he could see, there was no man in the picture.
Maybe I have a chance. Might only be a fleeting chance while here but at least she's alive and not taken. It was a comforting thought. One he hoped bore fruit. He didn't have much luck in the women department so hopefully Svetlana wouldn't be too opposed to being with him. He had already decided after first speaking with her to keep an eye out for her, protect her when he could.