The easy banter was good, Logan thought to himself. He knew what it was like to go out in the field with a team you hardly knew and who were all testosterone and aggro trying to all be alpha males. It made for messy ops. The fairly easy dynamic between the four of them gave him confidence that they could pull this off without any undue disasters. The plan was sound, as plans went, and it was simple enough that even if it all went to hell, like even some of the best laid plans are wont to do, they could still probably salvage it with minimum adjustments. Yes, Logan was a bit of a pessimist, but it kept him alert and on his toes, so it all worked out in the end.
"Got it," was all he grunted when show and tell was over. He settled in the van and glanced over at Scott. He didn't know the guy from Adam, and he had barely said a word aside from his question, which Logan respected, but he still wanted to sound the guy out. Sometimes the man you least expected to freak out was a nervous breakdown waiting to happen. He didn't smell any fear from him, but again, he didn't know the guy. Kid. Guy. "Y'okay there, sport?" he asked the eldest Summers, merely to sound him out as they drove off.