[When Bulla stops into the bar, it's not to drink alcohol, but rather to have a tasty mocktail and to play video games. However, any intention she had of ordering goes right out the window when she sees a pair of legs lying on the floor. She doesn't know if the person passed out drunk, if the person is ill, or if there was a fight, so she approaches with caution. And there's Logan.
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Carefully, she nudges his ankle with her toe.]
Hey Mr. Logan...are you okay?