Logan has hand enough. The bulletin board and all its messages gave him nothing in terms of answers and he hadn't the patience to care enough to go track someone down to ask questions. Things would reveal themselves and he would deal with it when or if the time came.

He notices the woman when she comes in, but doesn't say anything. Not until she nudges his arm and he looks down to see a note with words written on it. He mumbles off the sentence and peers up over the rim of his glasses.

"Kind of hard not to," Logan regards her. "What are you? Mute?"