When Logan finally woke again, it was on the ship's brig. He was strapped into his seat and his arms had been cuffed together so tightly that even with his claws extended, he could do little more than cut slivers into his shoulders. Much as he might have wanted to escape, he was not about to cut himself open without first determining what was going on. The two soldiers were not present and it seemed they had the room to themselves. He could see Effie across from him, though she seemed to be out.

Never ever pay for a woman's drink.

He nudged her with his foot. "Nap time's over. You got some serious explainin' to do."