He went to jerk his hand out of her grip, but he caught himself in the reflex. His height put his head briefly above hers, and he saw that the glasses were not just for show. This surprised him long enough that she was upright on her own before he processed it properly.
"No money." Hard to tell if he could actually say anything without grunting it. Nothing so far. There was a heavy thud as Logan went over the edge of the loft and landed hard but neat on the ground below. "Work on gettin' ya another door," he said, taking a cigar out of his jacket pocket and putting it in his mouth before taking himself out of the shop.