Yeah, well, if I'm not back in ten minutes, you can leave if you want to.

[ But based on what Logan's seen outside -- and how many people he'd taken to shelter not knowing whether they'd be taken care of or not -- he's sure he'll be back here in at most seven.

He's moving some of the sandbags to use as cushioning on the floor. Things for elevation, too, if that's necessary. Each movement is methodical and quick; in Logan's one-track mind, he's got to finish this before he goes back out. ]

I owe you one. [ Looking up, he meets the man's gaze. ] Shit, I owe you fifty. If you survive this, find me after and I'll do whatever the hell you want.

My name's Logan.