Ha. Giving himself another look, Logan concedes. "Okay."

And with that, he walks over, passing Hellboy and making his way from the shore back to the pier, and then back to civilisation entirely. His microphone and tracker's pretty much been burnt to shit, but he gives Hellboy's a cursory look as they walk, hand lifting to gesture his own index finger towards his ear in reference to it.

"You still gotta keep that on you?" He doesn't know the protocols for this, really. Charles had handled most of the logistics and Logan hadn't paid enough attention after being briefed by someone even worse at holding his attention than Cyclops. But, off-handedly, it'd be nice to talk without the knowledge some old white fucks in a garbage truck would be listening to their every word.

"Where the hell's the nearest convenience store..."