The ship did not land, but it did lower a platform from which two armor clad men descended. Neither of them had a look that made them particularly friendly looking. Having spent years dealing with SHIELD, Logan was none too impressed.

"I sure hope they ain't lookin' fer a real moose," Logan commented as he stepped past her. With a snikt, a pair of metal claws emerged from either hand. "Cuz I sure as hell ain't going anywhere with them."

His brilliant plan to cut them down to size was brought to a quick and excruciating end when the ship itself suddenly filled the air around them with a thick gas. The two armored men were unhampered due to their breathing apparatuses. Although Effie's moose lasted long enough to reach the two, his wits and body had slowed too much to avoid the heavy fist that came crashing into his skull.