Logan had a point. The extent of the damage Peter did was to the bulletin and the walls. Kurt and Terry had the wind knocked out of them, but that was about it. Logan's claws, however, were dangerous all on their own. Kurt had been on the other end of those claws, he didn't want to be there again. Granted, any mutant's powers that went awry were dangerous, but some were more dangerous than others. Maybe that was why he and Peter got along so well--they really couldn't do much besides walk on ceilings and catch people as far as powers went.

"Nobody wakes up dead, Logan," Kurt said gently, smiling a little at his half-hearted attempt at a joke. He went back to his toast. "You know... you attacked me and Kitty once. Magneto got into your head somehow and you kind of went nuts. But you didn't hurt either of us--you recognized us and ran off before things got really bad." Kurt prodded at his pieces of toast and looked back up at Logan. "Maybe you're not my professor, but you're still Logan, still a part of the X-men. I think you'd do the same thing.

"B-but yeah, that was last night. Are we mounting a mission to the basement now?" Kurt smiled, trying to sound excited. He'd heard bad things about what went down there, but moving forward and the thought of going on a mission did lift his spirits.