Karr reacted clearly to the growl, and while he had brains enough to not growl back, his shoulders and entire body shifted their posture to a more defensive, ready to pounce pose. The right side of his upper lip twitched, showing the smallest bit of tooth as he glared right back at Logan. The scrapper was not one to back down from a fight, no matter how badly he would clearly lose it. When Logan began to breath deeply, so did Karr, the youth managing to calm himself, showing a bit more control than most would likely have credited him with. That or he was just following with the pack. Take your pick.
"Things?" He snorted in clear disbelief, he all but openly mocking the other as he leaned further back in his seat. Logan's tease did pull an interested spark into his eyes, one brow shooting slightly up. The interest quickly switched into a near sneer again. "Not ready? Bullshit," he snorted, turning his nose up and pushing his beer back a small ways, as if to say he was not taking anything from Logan if that was what he thought of him. "I think you're full of it," he snapped suddenly, watching Logan closely, nostrils flaring as he attempted to pick up what scents the other was throwing off. "I've heard nothin' 'bout this team, so what the hell've you done? Nothin', so far as I'm concerned."