[Logan was, oddly enough, at home. Briefly. Only because it was faster to get a beer from the house than to walk all the way to the bar. Dammit, he needed a motorcycle! He was on his way out when he heard a knock at the door. He cursed his luck at being the only one home.
He also had been removing the lid from his bottle of beer, which he did by simply cutting the very top of the bottle off with a single claw. So as he answered the door, one hand held a bottle of beer. The other had a single claw still sticking out of his forearm, seemingly forgotten. Despite standing at a mere five foot six, Logan somehow managed to strike an intimidating figure. Or maybe it was because of the stoop at the door. Regardless, he regarded Suki coldly and said nothing in greeting. If she wanted something, she could say it. Or if he was lucky, she'd just get nervous and leave.]
[Action, July 21]
He also had been removing the lid from his bottle of beer, which he did by simply cutting the very top of the bottle off with a single claw. So as he answered the door, one hand held a bottle of beer. The other had a single claw still sticking out of his forearm, seemingly forgotten. Despite standing at a mere five foot six, Logan somehow managed to strike an intimidating figure. Or maybe it was because of the stoop at the door. Regardless, he regarded Suki coldly and said nothing in greeting. If she wanted something, she could say it. Or if he was lucky, she'd just get nervous and leave.]