Taking the knife from Statesman, Logan offered a brief "Thanks, Bub" in response and spun it quickly in his hand, so that he held it in a downward grip, blade flush against his forearm. Before too long, he'd probably use it to start cutting through those restrictive bandages, but he didn't want to disconcert anyone by doing so immediately. When Cole had finished speaking, he decided it was finally time to pipe up.

"Good idea. I'll take Parker n' Yuber an'..." He trailed off as Yuber began to speak, and his eyebrows shot straight up as the other man disappeared. Well, I'll be damned. Jus' like tha Elf. Or that damn Samurai...too bad too, he mighta been useful, but then again, ta suddenly jus' take off like that...maybe not.

"Alright, looks like it's just me n' Parker then. Ya got any specific goals in mind, 'boss'?" He wasn't meaning to sound sarcastic, but he couldn't resist a mild jibe. Technically, Cole was 'in charge' of their little group, which was fine since he seemed like a natural, but it was just too ingrained in Logan's nature not to make such a quip.

Before he could say anything else however, his own heightened senses caught wind of that unmistakable smell. Blood. The beast within stirred and his grip on the knife tightened. That better not be comin' outta somebody, his mind growled.