Logan, for all his wild nature, was a man of rational thinking. The events in his life put into place that nothing made sense most of time, and he was used to that. He had seen many a strange thing in his vast lifespan. Mutants and humans alike. Nothing really took him by complete surprise anymore. Except for maybe the music and dance moves of this generation. He still wasn't exactly sure what a 'twerk' was.
Logan did cast a glance over one leather-clad shoulder at the path he had come. He noticed the bustling city again...The City, and then returned his attention to the much taller male.
He had come to the conclusion already that he definitely wasn't in Kansas with Toto anymore, or on the way to his cabin in the Canadian wilderness, but now having a name to put on this strange place....well, it was only a slight bit comforting.
"Knew that path was there. Not the one I came in on. Something entirely different," Logan said with a nod. This stranger did have a smell, one as unique as anyone Logan had ever met, but it wasn't the same as the city smell.
"Any idea how I got here? 'Cause I'm pretty curious to know how one minute I'm mindin' my own business and suddenly I'm in a place like this."