When you were as big and burly, and had enough grit to go around everyone was a pushover. It got him into trouble sometime, underestimating his enemies, but he seemed to come out the other end intact. So these zombies that roamed around town that generally left you alone unless they got something jammed up their rears? Yeah, they were pushovers.
The girl looked scared though, and Logan wasn't going to try to convince her otherwise of his definition of the townies. He instead waited for her to exit the cafe, and followed in suite. He lit his cigar quickly, and pocketed the lighter in his jacket. He smiled when she introduced herself, already knowing who it was that he was talking with: the new kid in town, at least one of them since they had a bit of an influx.
"Yep, thought you might've been one of the new kids," he said with a chuckle. "Good to meet you in person." He pulled the cigar from in between his teeth, and let it dangle at his side as they walked. "Woulda happened eventually. The town ain't that big. So where you from ki-" he cut himself off, and laughed. "Claire, who is no longer a kid as of a couple of days ago."