Oh yes. The jungle. It wasn't too far from where they stood, that bridge that connected the isle of overgrown flora to this oddly commonplace city. A leafy jungle for an urban one. That would be ideal for her training until she learned to control herself better, or at least felt comfortable more with the society that thrived around her.
He gave her his cell number, though he doubted she would need it. She could shout and he would hear her, even if it was clear across the city.
"Yer welcome," Logan replied. He knew how it felt to be isolated from your kind, through action or even just existence. "Gimmie a shout when yer ready."