"Can't say I blame ya'." Logan retorted. "Kids these days. No damn style." It was an aged gruffness to his tones, one that spoke of generations passed before it. Logan stuffed his hands in his pockets after that and set about mirroring the girl. He wasn't too big on strangers either, after all, and this town did little to dull that edge.
"And that ain't my job." He replied to the question about meeting people. "There's a whole group of sunshiners who go around doing that. I'm just glad they ain't picked up singin' songs like we're in some kind of musical." It was the truth, and delivered in the same frankness she'd offered him. It was how he dealt with people, and it was how he responded best when people dealt with him. All the bullshit that came with how most people behaved? Logan had no stomach for it. People who weren't willing to express who they were? He just didn't have time for that anymore.
"That what you're tryin' to get away from?" He asked bluntly. Nobody walked into people unless they weren't in their right frame of mind. Something, somewhere, had to be chasing them. He knew, probably better than anyone, what that was like. Maybe that was why he hung around, why he was willing to engage. After everything he'd been through, it seemed a chance to do something good, something different from what his whole life had been prior to magic portals.