At least someone knew why they were in this shitty little town. Logan had no idea and just wanted answers. He stood by his filing cabinet and found no answers at all, just more questions. Like this place was a personal hell and he was stuck here looking over old files of the past. Where was this when he needed his memory pieced back together?

He felt like something was dulling his senses, but even he could tell someone was there behind him. He dropped a file back in place and turned his head, keeping a fist hidden to the side. Just a fist. No claws.

At the words he felt his hand tighten a moment, before loosening up again. She sounded a bit different than he remembered her, but it was still her. He slammed the file drawer shut. "Nothing but complaints." He answered, turning in full to look at her. "And if I knew where this place was, I wouldn't be in here looking for answers." Might as well be honest. Even if he was glaring at her.