"Check your pockets..." Logan repeated in a soft growl.
His hands slid to all of the pockets he possessed, dumping a random assortment of things out on to the lip of the bar.
The things ranged from cigars, to an empty flask, his Avengers ID card and the one for S.H.I.E.L.D., the keys to his motorcycle and cabin back in his world. His key ring was vast, but there were no keys out of the ordinary on it. A book of wooden matches followed suit, bearing the insignia of a gentleman's club in the depths of Alberta. And then a wallet, old, work and cracked with age, overflowing with cards of all types, cash and a few other random things.
"Nothin' unusual..." Logan breathed, shooting the brothers a look.
"Looks like I didn' get lucky this time. I'll find a motel to tide me over until somethin' more appropriate shows up," Logan replied, beginning to shove the items back into his pockets.