Logan's eyebrow shot up at the mention of Kitty's proper name. Of course, he could smell her on him. He could smell more of her on him than he really wanted to know, but such was the curse of a feral nose. He knew the two had been seeing each other quite frequently which, from the little he knew of Kitty, meant she was serious about him. More serious than Logan would have liked, considering what he'd seen of the man in that damned dream/vision thing.
"Ain't my business ta tell," was the first thing he said. He frowned when he knew his name. "The job, huh? I know the kinds a' jobs that lead to this type of injury, and I ain't sure I like any of them options as come to mind. I take it she doesn't know about this job of yours."
He shut up as someone approached to give Erebus medical assistance. Deciding on a simple misdirection, he nodded at the skittish nun and said as mildly as he could, "Don't mind me, sister. I's just here ta make sure trouble didn't follow our friend here."