Logan then felt the warmth radiating off of Alison as she came to stand by him, now in the light so that the demonstrations may continue. He didn't need to look at her to know it was her...he had her scent. Her remark make him smirk, a low, single chuckle emitting from his throat though he kept his eyes forward, only the profile of his face to her and his bare arms still crossed over his chest. When he finally turned to look at her, he noticed her own hands wrapped around her arms, trying to keep warm. He glanced back over to the dark part of the room where he had left his leather jacket only moments before. Was it cold in here? He hadn't noticed, not really.

Logan didn't so much mind the temperature in the lower bunker as some of the others might have. In fact, standing there in his thin white wife-beater in the cool air started to make him think of his home in Canada. The summers were cool and the winters a complete white-out. Hell when he was just sixteen and on the run with Rose they had lived in an old abandoned barn with half of one wall blown out in the middle of winter with nothing to keep them warm but some old, dried up hay. A sharp exhale came out Logan's nose, enough that just the faintest of his breath could be seen in the chilly air. He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking back on Canada...on Rose...no. No he couldn't think about that, not right now.

"Logan san! Kimberly was right, two persons up there." Yukiko said coming back down the stairs with the two strangers close behind her. The eagerness and sheer awe of the spectacle was shining bright on Yukiko's face, and she smiled over at the girl in the red dress, obviously highly impressed by her ability and bowed slightly to her, showing her a deep amount of respect with the simple movement. In fact...Yukiko was impressed by everyone's abilities that she had seen, she couldn't imagine being in a more interesting place. Though, she did hope that Logan would want to skip over her own little demonstration, as she had only done...whatever the hell that was on the train...once before and she didn't know if she would be able to do it again...especially on the spot. She felt out of place as it was, and producing a failure wasn't exactly what Yukiko wanted everyone in the room to remember.

Logan snapped out of his memories at Yukiko's voice. More mutants?

"Jesus Erik, did Charles think we were going to adopt them all and raise them on a farm?" Logan asked, noting though that the Kimberly girl had been right. Still, he was a bit annoyed about the headache. Then, suddenly catching a familiar scent, Logan broke out into a grin.

"I knew you couldn't stay buried in the snow for too much longer." Logan said as he spotted Scott walking towards the group. But before Scott could even answer, something was wrong...something dangerous...Logan could feel it. Logan then leapt into a swift run towards Scott. If he lost control now...that could mean lives, and he was willing to be the object that got in the way of saving those lives. But just as soon as Logan had nearly made it to Scott, he seemed to have himself back under control, the worried look on Logan's face melting away as he slowed to a slight jog, and Scott was back to talking. Logan had to take a moment, maybe bringing Scott down here wasn't the best idea. Well, not that it was really his idea to begin with, had he known...

"No. We're playing 'get to know you." Logan said, now keeping a close eye on Scott. He had seen what Scott could do, and he knew just how uncontrollable he was. Needless to say, he was now on edge. "We just have a few more to do. And no offense Scott, I think you had better pass on this one."

Now walking with Scott and the...new girl who he had completely failed to recognize due to the circumstances, he picked up his brown leather jacket he had tossed earlier and carried it with him back to the group, tossing it to Alison for her to catch.

"Alright who else wants lunch?"