"Yeah. Looks like a rough crowd. Sure they won't take issue with people like us?" Gibs had that tell-tale itch between his shoulders, he was sure someone was staring at him, if it was because he was a mutant or just an unfamiliar face he was not sure. Better to ask than to assume all would be okay and get his hairy ass beat next time he wandered out this way. He wrinkled his nose a the offer of beer, trying not to be offensive, but it really did just burn.
"Thanks, I'm fine." For someone with a healing factor as good as Kyle's, who could eat basically whatever he wanted without fear of being poisoned, he was a very picky eater. Smell and taste impacted him deeply, the smell of processed foods alone could upset his stomach to the point of an upset stomach once he had the food down. For that reason he mostly stuck to a true hunter-gatherer diet. Meat, water, what veggies could be pulled out of the ground and some of the less acidic fruits. Even oranges burned his sensitive nasal passages. He really did not care if it made him seem like less of a man or any foolishness like that in the eyes of others, Kyle had come to accept the fact that he was at least largely animal long ago.
He glanced around the bar again, then back to Logan, clearing his throat faintly. "I'm... going to miss being around you." As soon as it was said, he cleared his throat gruffly and scratched at the back of his head, if he were a beer drinker, he would have taken a long gulp. Little too close to the touchy-feely department for comfort.