Logan's eyes sweep over her face as he listens to her repeat the same thing back to him. It was an odd back and forth that only highlighted the tension between them. And as he allows his gaze to meet hers, he searches for anger, for disdain — for anything that could at least give him some clue as to what she was feeling. But he doesn't find anything yet. Not anything he can properly identify, and that unsettles him.

"Yeah, I ain't keen on them either." His eyes follow her line of sight, noting the emptier space towards the back of the garden. He takes a step behind her, his hand instinctively brushing against her lower back. It's a simple gesture, one he'd made a hundreds of times before, but now he feels unsure about it. His fingers curl away and he clears his throat, his voice dropping to a murmur as well. "Not to mention half of the folk here look...downright unnerving." Fucking weird more like it. But he hold his tongue on that thought.