"That's not--" Logan immediately gave up on explaining what he had really meant. Instead he groaned, rubbed at the back of his neck, and plodded on. "You know, I didn't figure you for the type. Most stuffed shirts seem to like their desks. An' with you bein' a woman and all..."

The statement did not need conclusion. Logan had already protested about dragging a woman into this kind of situation. She might have proven herself capable against Hydra, but they had the Howling Commandos at their side. It was another matter entirely when it was just the two of them. Even now he persisted in the notion she was in the way and useful only because the passcode required human contact to remain active, regardless of what her insights and talents had brought to the forefront already.