As Logan studied the damaged console, he was completely aware of Crow taking a seat nearby. The barely audible sigh, body temperature and scent told him still that she wasn't wholely on the up-n-up about her presence here. She could trim the truth or outright lie, it didn't matter. He didn't trust her, wouldn't trust her, until he had all the facts and something told him that once he had all the facts he'd be trusting her even less.

He flipped a couple switches and pressed a few buttons seemingly knowing they weren't going to work anyway. As he did he casually spoke out.

"Mornin' Sunshine." With a final, flippant flip of a toggle switch he turned his back on the console, resting his backside against it and crossing his arms. Logan stared at the man lying prone on the floor then tilted his head to the side. "Sunshine.... I know yer awake," he informed the bound man, then his eyes shifted to the girl before returning to the still form lying beside her. "Bet ya' didn't know that when a person regains consciousness their whole system comes online. Goes on alert I guess ya' could say," he began to enlighten his guests quirking a crooked smirk at the girl to include her in his observations. "The change in yer scent caused by increased body temperature due to the fact that yer now awake an' alert is quite apparent. Yer pushin' adrenaline which causes yer heartbeat to pick up an' yer sweat glands have activated... not to mention that deeper breath ya' took as ya' regained consciousness, that is until ya' realized it an' purposely have tried to slow yer respirations."

Logan waited for a response from the "prisoner" and moved his eyes again to give Crow an emotionless dark stare, hoping that she was picking up the hint that he was onto her deception as well. 'Helping people, my ass,' he thought looking at her, 'helping herself is more like it.'

"You wanna lie there all day face down or you wanna talk?" he asked the man playing 'possum. Then he glanced at Chamber, "You. She tries anythin' funny... just blast her. I'm gettin' tired o' the games here an' my patience is about as thin as cheesecloth right about now."

He leaned against the damaged console for another brief moment then let his attention focus on the pile of equipment that Scott had stripped from the SEAL. Pushing away from the console, Logan walked over and started going through the arsenal and getting a closer look at all the fun gadgets and taking stock of the supplies... just a soldier's habit.

Edited by: Wolvie6 at: 1/26/06 4:33 am

~Jonah's Whale, flying bridge~

Andreas had finally gotten up the courage to poke around some of the consoles on the bridge, and scanned the controls casually while Wolverine and Chamber were busy with their "guests". He didn't really understand why they were there or who the players were and he wished he never had his powers in the first place, but at least the machines here would keep his mind off of things, such as "what next?".

"And just what did that hairy mutant mean by blast?" he thought to himself as he leaned forward to study a label.

He reeled off in his head some of the more familiar controls from his manuals and the handful of simulator exercises for his class III engineering license - the maritime equal to driving a car very slowly in a huge deserted parking lot early Sunday morning -

"Bow planes? vertical thrusters? What kind of craft is this?" he quietly muttered.



~Jonah's Whale, "A" Deck Lounge~

"A good interior designer, though. It seems as if he had a rather upset visitor. It may be that visitor is still around. Keep an eye out."

Whereupon Kurt swiveled his head, scanning the area with a nervous flick of his eyebrows.

"Good idea, kid, send 'em up. How much damage was done down there? Is it still workable?"

Kurt filled the few moments of silence which followed by raising his voice so that it could be heard over the radio. "It looks like just some furniture and the door, just like -- " Kurt took a deep intake of breath. He was about to mention a party he'd been to lately, but ... it would have just prompted some difficult questions.

He grabbed what he could of the bits of strewn furniture and the doorway to what now appeared to be the toilet - he found a bit with heavy dents in it, evidencing repeated strikes. While Evo poked about the bathroom door and Scott made for the what the turbolift panel had marked as the control room, he crouched as if to teleport but then changed his mind, mindful that the brimstone smell might make Professor Logan's analysis more difficult.

A moment later he had appeared on the flying bridge, pieces of demolition scrap clutched awkwardly in his blue hands. With obstructed vision, he saw Gyrich had turned himself about and was conscious now. "Your men are safe - " he said, hesitantly, for he was not sure whether or not Logan wanted anyone else to talk to the man. Still, it seemed harmless enough, and would have been cruel not to say as much.

Edited by: Paid by the Word at: 1/31/06 1:36 pm