This was not the kind of place that Kyle wanted to be, and not for any kind of moral stance or any such bullshit. The place stank, liquor and cigarettes grated on his delicate senses and was almost enough to make him dizzy. Almost. He was refusing to show any of that as he stepped inside, his hairy hands stuffed into the pocket of his duster. His hair was loose and hid the odd shape of his ears, given the changes Perfect Soldier had made to him, he could almost pass for human, so long as one did not pay enough attention to his eyes or teeth. This was where Logan wanted to meet, and Kyle was happy to comply. Just so long as the man did not expect him to start taking shots. He really had no idea how Logan could do that.
Gibs kept his head and eyes down as he went inside, flicking his vision up and across the bar as quickly as possible to avoid any eye contact and made his way towards Logan once he spotted the man. Lean form dropping onto the stool beside the elder feral, Kyle let out a small grunt. "Hell of a hole in the wall." It was not said to challenge or belittle, just stating what was. He figured Logan would understand. It was good to be around Wolverine, in an odd way. Logan was all alpha, a leader to those who would follow who would take nothing from anyone. Kyle, on the other hand, was a happy follower. He could lead if no one else would rise to it, but the blonde feral was happy to be one of many, found comfort in numbers and kinship. The two men were opposite in most every way that made them similar, and that was what made their kinship work.