Having given up on the idea that anyone was going to take the stage here Logan put his feet up on the arm of the seat in front of him to turn this quiet place into his own personal parlour. Sitting in one the wings he lights a cigar and pays minor attention to the kid's antics.

Until it looks like he's addressing him.

He glances over his shoulder and hopes to hell someone else is back there.

"Uh. Spotlight must be in your eyes, bub."