[ For most people, she's probably hard to read, keeping everything hidden away under all those layers of carefully trained opacity and a stubborn refusal to give in to pointless emotion. For Logan it's a little easier. He's known her longer, and even if he hadn't, he's seen that exact same expression reflected back at him in the mirror countless times. It's the same look he gets right before he lights out to go get into a fight in some podunk truck stop bar or heads off into a rat's nest of ninjas and criminals so he can spend a lot of time not thinking about anything.
She doesn't have any of those opportunities. She can't just unload like he can, depending on a lifetime of bad habits to give him the excuse. She has to be careful and controlled. Not for the first time, he wonders how much that costs her.
After a moment, he pulls his gaze away from her and glances over at the gym. ]
Nothin' in there that can't be replaced. C'mon, let's take a look. And stay the hell outta the water.
[ Without waiting for her to agree, he heads over to the edge of the roof and hunkers down, turning and letting himself drop off onto the fire escape clinging to the side of the building. It rattles and creaks a protest at his landing, but holds as he makes his way down. He's been gauging the distance from the roof and it's an easy leap out onto the roof of a submerged SUV jammed up against a streetlight, the grip on his boots keeping him from skidding as it bounces on its shocks, before he launches off again towards another car, making his way across the street like that until he can reach a dumpster pulled up against the side of the warehouse that houses the gym. From there it's an easy scramble up a wall and through that broken window, pushing out the glass with a closed fist before he climbs inside. ]
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She doesn't have any of those opportunities. She can't just unload like he can, depending on a lifetime of bad habits to give him the excuse. She has to be careful and controlled. Not for the first time, he wonders how much that costs her.
After a moment, he pulls his gaze away from her and glances over at the gym. ]
Nothin' in there that can't be replaced. C'mon, let's take a look. And stay the hell outta the water.
[ Without waiting for her to agree, he heads over to the edge of the roof and hunkers down, turning and letting himself drop off onto the fire escape clinging to the side of the building. It rattles and creaks a protest at his landing, but holds as he makes his way down. He's been gauging the distance from the roof and it's an easy leap out onto the roof of a submerged SUV jammed up against a streetlight, the grip on his boots keeping him from skidding as it bounces on its shocks, before he launches off again towards another car, making his way across the street like that until he can reach a dumpster pulled up against the side of the warehouse that houses the gym. From there it's an easy scramble up a wall and through that broken window, pushing out the glass with a closed fist before he climbs inside. ]