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[weaponxanimal]

[ACTION: Logan takes a step and nearly falls down. Something is distinctly different. Well, that's what happens when you lose hundreds of pounds of adamantium in seconds. Nevermind that. There was a bad girl to find.]

Well. Ain't that a kick in the head. Hey, Julia? Y'all right?

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[goodnightjulia]

[For a few seconds, nothing around her seems real. It's like she can't trust any of her senses, like reaching out for something would only prove it's not there. Like she'd go tumbling if she could the tiniest wrong step.

But then she's just there and bracing herself with a hand on the nearest wall, and looking over at Logan, she moves her sunglasses up and onto the top of her head.]

Yeah, I'm fine.

...are you?

[weaponxanimal]

[Another step, this one more sure. Several lifetimes worth of adapting to surroundings were speeding along the process of relearning how to manage his body weight.]

Yeah.

[Logan lifts his head and smells the air.]

Heh, this place is the same.

[goodnightjulia]

[She gives him a sidelong look that's almost wary. It's not that she isn't willing to work as a team with him -- she opted to take the job, after all -- but she certainly hopes he's willing to do whatever he ends up having to.

He's the one who knows George. She's the assist.]

It doesn't seem any different at all.

[It'd almost be enough to be unnerving, but... at least everyone has the same home territory advantage.]

Where are we most likely to find your friend?

[weaponxanimal]

[After a third small step Logan reaches into his shirt front pocket for a cigar and match to light up.]

Likely the underground. We better stick close. You armed?

[He set a steady pace, she'd follow right? Nick wouldn't be sending along somebody he didn't think was capable of the job.]