"Good ta know," Logan said, eyeing Laura's healed cuts with interest. That was his mistake, as a robotic arm swept him literally off his feet hard enough to toss him across the room a few feet. He landed with an ugly grinding sound that would have been the sickening crunch of breaking bones had his skeleton not been laced with adamantium. He snarled in pain. His bones might not break, but his flesh wasn't adamantium laced.
He bounced right back and eloquently expressed his displeasure by shredding the offending robotic limb with his claws until it was little more than a mess of neatly wedged and sliced metal. He cared little that he got a couple of good shocks from the electric wiring within. It only made him angrier.
"Safety protocols engaged," came the computerized voice. The tech people had installed certain failsafes they secretly called the Logan Protocols. It was more about reducing the amount of unsalvageable equipment than the feral's safety. Once Logan became entangled in his red hot rage, he found it hard to stop. They couldn't afford to have him thrash the entire danger room on a regular basis, so when the equipment sustained a certain level of damage, the Danger Room went into safe mode and paused the training program.
Robotic parts hurriedly retracted into the relative safety of the walls and floor. Logan ground his teeth, scowling, but knew to shake himself off and release the red haze that had begun to take over him. Logan was prone to what Xavier had called berserker rages, based on his research of similar manifestations in certain warrior tribes and nations of old, particularly of the Old Norse variety. If he were to succumb to one of these borderline fugue states, he might become like he had been while his brain had been scrambled, mowing down friend and foe indiscriminately. Logan worked hard not to go there.
He certainly didn't want Laura to see that side of him any time soon. As he caught his wits about him, he licked his fangs and breathed through his mouth, reminding himself of where he was and with whom.
"Sorry about that," he grumbled. "As I was saying, good t'know. Next time we do this I can dial down the safeties. Make it more interesting." In fact, it was a great relief to learn of Laura's enhanced durability. His second thought after confirming her scent as family had been to think that now Creed had not one, but two possible targets in his children.