His eyes remained narrowed as he processed it all, and his nostrils flared in the distinct way which showed he was sniffing, taking in her scent. Oh no, his nose was no where as good, but it had other uses. Between her scent and her words, Karr sensed something was off. "He would've told me," he barked quickly, his mind scrambling for some kind of answer as he contained his attempt to put things into place.
He licked his lips as something finally clicked, putting both hands on the counter and leaning forward, studying her more closely now. He was watching for any twitches, any body language, anything to confirm what he thought he was scenting, or not scenting as the case may be. "You don' really know 'em. Or don' really care," he suddenly barked. All her terms were so clinical, it could have just been self control, but he was sure he smelled of more emotion when he found out Logan was his dad. Even Karr, calloused and scoffing at the world, called him the affectionate, mocking name of 'old man.' Maybe tha girl in tha family is less emotional than mah old man? Can't be, he thought. While Logan put on a cold, hard mask, he was a tangled web of powerful emotions, and Karr knew that better than anyone. He was having a very hard time figuring her out, and this was about the only explanation he could work out.