[The way the damp air drags the man's hair across his forehead makes Logan wonder just how long this guy's been out here wandering in the fog. He doesn't stop to ask though. Not once his face is clear enough of the fog to realize the man's looking somewhere beyond Logan towards the water with a grim kind of determination.]
the smell? what is it?
[Even as he asks his claws come out in anticipation of answer.]
no subject
the smell? what is it?
[Even as he asks his claws come out in anticipation of answer.]