Logan's features drew grim and taught at the sound of the intercom as he looked over at it. When the message was seemingly over, he turned his attention from the intercom back to Ami one last time, listening as she asked about weapons. Cole's 'friend' Recluse came to mind.

"I know a guy, migh' be able ta help, but I can' make any guarantees. He ain' exactly tha...charitable type. Leave it wit' me n' I'll let ya know if I have any luck." He offered her a tight, but genuine smile as she thanked him. "An' thank ya too, Ami-san. Ya've been mos' helpful. Take care o' yerself tonigh', alrigh'?" With that, his nurse lightly tapped him on the shoulder, and he stood to be led back to his room, mind still whirling with questions.