Using his legs for additional leverage, Logan finally managed to stand upright once more. He squinted with his remaining eye, but still could not make out the girl's slight form within the fog. No matter; he knew exactly where she was now, and from the sound of her voice, she wasn't far. He wouldn't hurt her, or at least, he would try not to hurt her more than necessary, but she needed to be restrained, for her own good as much as anyone else's. Unfortunately that had just become more of a challenge now that he was down to one arm. He attempted to flex his right arm, tried to move it any way he could, but it was no use. It refused to respond, hanging numb and lifeless by his side. And he knew from experience that as soon as the numbness faded, the freezing was going to burn like hell.

The superficial wounds from the shards of ice that came with Ami's attack were already starting to clot, although if he'd been at full strength, they'd be close to fully healed by now. It was still frustrating, but the mutant supposed it could have been worse. Turning slightly so that he was facing what he thought was the exact direction Ami's warning had come from, he called out again. "Ain' goin' nowhere, darlin'." He sounded determined, although part of him suspected he was just being foolish. Still, the Canadian wasn't exactly known for backing down from a confrontation, no matter how badly the odds were stacked against him. "It's me, Logan. Don'cha remember me?" He had remembered Steve when he'd been Landel's puppet for a night, although that hadn't changed a thing in terms of wanting to attack him. And he and Steve did have a lot more history than he had with Ami here. He doubted that trying to talk her down would actually work, but he'd keep at it until there was no other option than to get physical. At the very least, it might be enough to stall her until he could get in closer.