Extraordinary. Logan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Beneath his skin, he felt his claws and an instinctual urge to draw them. His brother Victor had maintained a very firm policy on what to do about people who found out things they didn't need to know. Logan, ever the pacifist of the two, generally paid no mind to common soldiers who knew. But he knew well that Victor would argue a government agent would be no end of trouble. Even without his brother nearby, he could scarcely argue that logic.

He tightened his fists, clenched his teeth, and then relaxed. "Drop it," he said acidly. "It ain't nothing fer you to care about. You didn't see anything."