Logan coughed, but fortunately there was no blood this time. His stomach still churned after his meal, and he knew it would be pure pain once it went through his still-recovering bowels. But he could deal with it. "Yeah, I was restin' mos' o' tha day..i's...no' been good." He coughed agina. "Bu' where were ya las' nigh'? Ya 'chieve anythin'?" This was more important to Logan than his colleague's apparent absence; if they weren't working directly together, they could always divide their talents to hopefully achieve more.

"Yeah," he continued, without waiting for a further response. "Jus' like me, they took him, n' turned him 'gains' tha patien's. Psycho kid like him, well, 's'lucky tha' me n' Osborn foun' him 'fore he did too much ta anyone else." Once again, he failed to mention his own psychotic tendencies, but the hypocrisy was not lost on him all the same. And it hadn't been so good that Hrry had been there; the kid had been pretty cut up, just as he himself had. However, as usual, he'd much rather take the pain himself than see it inflicted on the less hardy patients.

"From wha' I c'n tell tho', they don' take tha same patien's all too often. N' if I'm righ', tha means tha Brock ain' gonna be all tha powerful tha nex' time I see him. An' tha' means, he's gonna ge' his comeuppance, soon as I'm healed." Another wracking cough served to confirm that this wouldn't be happening any time soon.

"Go' any plans fer tanigh'?" The mutant asked, knowing full well he'd be of little use in a fight. He cursed again silently.