Having faced down his fair share of moody teenagers by now, Logan doesn't react to the eyeroll beyond his scowl becoming a degree or so darker as he turns to look at her.

"Maybe you shouldn't have been walking by where you could've been shot," he points out, not avoiding a small amount of petulance himself. He's not exactly in a great mood, and the fog is thickening again, meaning that was probably the last decent shot he'll have for the rest of the day.

"What the hell are you doing out here anyway?"