Whether it was nerves or something to do with her nose or whatever else, Logan didn't know, but he turned toward the door out of rare courtesy. It didn't bother him; he'd seen his own intestines and watched his muscles grow back, but if he'd learned anything about women in all the years he'd been alive, it was that they didn't like to feel - in a word that Kitty would've used to describe it - gross.

He turned back when she joined him at the door and pulled it open for both of them. If whatever the hell was going on tonight didn't land them somewhere with ice, they could just keep moving until it did.