[ it's Logan sitting in a bar, quelle suprise. he looks more-or-less the same as
last time, albeit considerably less amused. ]
S'pose I oughta.. [ he clears his throat and picks up the Molsen bottle sitting next to him. ] Yeah. Looks like this place ain't lettin' me go so easily. Still, there ain't demons fallin' outta the sky over here. Guess that's somethin'.
I ain't gonna ask what's changed and what ain't, 'cause I already know. There's anyone here itchin' to bust my chops -- [ he waves the bottle in a sort of "come hither" gesture. ] -- knock yourself out.
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