He catches the wallet without much issue in his non-stone hand but doesn't even bother opening it to take a peek inside, just tucks it away in his own not-underwear shorts for safe keeping. If he's at all bothered by Logan's current look (he isn't) he doesn't give any sign, just thinks over the question.
"Not one I can think of around here, no, but I doubt your fashion choice is gonna be what holds 'em up."
Just saying.
"We can always grab a couple six packs and some burgers and find a roof somewhere though."
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..."
A thumb moves towards the tracker, tangentially prompted by the question, but he wouldn't have needed the reminder anyway. It jams against the button, killing the flashing light and everything connected to it in the process, only responding after it's already off.
"Technically yes, but it wouldn't be the first time I shut it off to get a little privacy. They're used to it by now."
They don't like it, but they're used to it and more or less know to leave him be unless he takes forever about getting back.
"Saw one a half mile or so back, if you can make it that far."
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"Not one I can think of around here, no, but I doubt your fashion choice is gonna be what holds 'em up."
Just saying.
"We can always grab a couple six packs and some burgers and find a roof somewhere though."
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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..."
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"Technically yes, but it wouldn't be the first time I shut it off to get a little privacy. They're used to it by now."
They don't like it, but they're used to it and more or less know to leave him be unless he takes forever about getting back.
"Saw one a half mile or so back, if you can make it that far."
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He's been in worse situations than underwear and shoes and gone on foot for miles like that, after all.
Not that he'd happily brag about it.