"I've a good mind ta take yer teeth," Logan growled back, his realized fear of watching Karr get hurt for being such a hothead translating into anger. "Wipe that fool grin off yer face, we have t'get out of here. Now!" He was in full papa feral mode, what with the smell of blood so thick in the air and the sense of urgency, knowing that a call had been placed for reinforcements to this location. He grabbed Karr by his jacket and more or less literally dragged him off, which had been his instinct all along.
Logan kept them to the shadows as much as he possibly could, until he finally found an out of business storefront in a building with a standpipe that was fairly darkened. "Make sure there ain't cops coming. We need to wash this damn blood off," he snarled in Karr's general direction as he slid out one claw and sliced through metal until water started gushing out. They'd be soaked and waterlogged, but not so much bloodied.
"Yer face healing?" he asked, and concern colored the angry voice.