Piotr blinked a moment when Logan bit the bottle cap off but shrugged it off. He'd seen it before but every time he wondered how Logan could do it without damaging his teeth somehow.
"I will not say anything," he agreed. He was aware there was a possibility he could be wrong. He chugged some of his own beer as Logan popped his claws, considering them for a moment. "Laura lacked the middle claw," he spoke up. "She had two from each hand," he remarked.
The big Russian froze as well, looking up at Logan carefully. He recognized that something was wrong but didn't know exactly what. Piotr stood as well, a slightly concerned expression on his face. "It is alright," he said. The big man watched Logan head for the door and finished off his beer quickly. "You are welcome, Logan," he replied. Piotr lingered a second before scooping up the empty beer bottles. He moved the unfinished one to a place where it wasn't in danger of being accidentally kicked over and then slid the cooler out of the way as well. He'd leave the alcohol for his friend before leaving the room.