Claude - French, or French-Canadian? Logan vaguely hoped it was the latter. Thinking about it brought him back to last night, and a nagging question he hadn't been able to answer: where had they gone, that was full of tanks meant for humans? He wasn't optimistic enough to believe he'd seen even a tenth of the world's fucked-up human experimentation labs, but the outside hadn't been familiar to him at all. Not just the structure; the environment. He'd traveled more than anybody had a right to, but he hadn't been able to put his finger on the location of those mountains.

But she'd asked first.

"Nope. Didn't get a chance to ask," he said casually. "Good to know it wasn't just us." He had theories on all of it that he wasn't sure she'd be able to believe, and anyway, they were irritating to think about, so he changed the subject: "You gonna need that pry bar tonight?"