Logan's hackles raise briefly as he turns, but her apology comes before he can object more than that. "Yes to meet a psychic who enjoys a bar," he monotones, a little lower, and he makes eye contact as he chews on what else she'd said.

"It's a long story," he finally says, the words almost a growl despite himself, "Waitin' on a couple of someones who were in, let's say the same boat I was, but ain't as resilient. If the crock we've been sold is true, damn straight I'm dreading them not getting another chance here."