[ Logan'd already turned his head when she spoke of finding a way, watching her go about with her tool in the slightest curiosity, but it's just as he looks away, hears the water, and starts to sniff at the room that she calls his attention again.

So he turns once more. ]

What're you talkiJESUS CHRIST.

[ He's not very elegant. Also, fuck, she smells just as bad as the wendigos do, only worse because she's soaked to the bone. ]

What the hell is that-- [ It gives him an unnatural, eerie feeling, like something's wrong with the world. The hairs on his skin are definitely raising now, and strong enough that he has to consciously tamp down his flight or fight response. Whatever this girl is, she doesn't belong here, and the animal in him wants to hiss at her at the same time he tears her to pieces. ]

She's definitely-- she doesn't smell human, doesn't even smell animal.

[ Already Logan's started to snarl without his meaning to. ]