Logan took another suspicious sniff of the incense. It was abnormally strong to him, and it permeated the air entirely without masking everything it did to a human nose. This was why very few things actually smelled bad to Logan. Just interesting in their different ways. Scent was one of the most complex senses in Logan's opinion. He thought it lent more to his animal instinct than conscious thought.
Naturally, he said none of this aloud.
There was nothing in the incense but an usual blend of herbs, some of which were meant to calm. Logan snorted it out of his nostrils impatiently. As if he needed 'settling.' He propped the door back over the frame again, enough so that if someone wanted to come in, they would have to move it and he'd almost certainly hear.
He watched her move up to the loft, took another sniff and a listen to make sure this wasn't bad news, and then shrugged and followed her up. "Probably pissed off your City." Whatever authority there was, Logan usually managed to piss it off in record time.