Logan spoke twelve languages, seven of them fluently, and while Ukranian wasn't his strongest he could make his way through conversation if needed. If that was what made the strange woman feel more comfortable with the transition.
He knew her words, her gestures. Nodding, Logan peered idly down at his own glass. "Least you have a family. Any of the ones of my own ain't breathin'." By his own hand, all ten of his children save for Laura he had killed. Two of his wives had perished and the third had left, fed up with his demeanor. At least there was hope for her.
"What's worse is what you decide. If it means givin' up yer family, you can make new ones for the time bein', if bein' here is worse, stayin' here ain't permanent. We just ain't found a way home yet. But we will. Nothin' is gonna stop us."