[ Slipping out of the car, she's slow with her movements, fingers wrapped around the handkerchief covering the one injured, and she stands there at the passenger side, taking a moment to simply look the place over. It suits him, she thinks. Somehow. Finding Logan out and away from the hustle and bustle of city life and being out somewhere in a log cabin nestled in the forest is the image she gets from him and, while it's not exactly something you'd find at a ski lodge, it's still very him in a way.

She follows in after him, glances given here and there to the place while she still holds her injured finger. ]

I see you still keep the essentials on hand.

[ The beer and cigars, she means. ]

Is this where you woke up? I mean- I woke up in a room that very clearly wasn't my own and it seems people just appear within a random house.