I heal. [ A claw juts out half an inch forward -- the one between his index and middle finger -- and then sinks back into his flesh. The cut closes up almost immediately after it disappears. ] Like that.

[ Logan's stopped being irritated by little questions, fortunately. It happens when you've been teaching at a school for a while, especially since history is the sort of thing taught to even the littlest kids who tend to ask everything.

He's answered these things almost a hundred times over, probably. ]

And there're three blades, each hand. [ He snorts. ] Airports let you opt outta the old-school metal detectors, though, with the new high-tech machines. Dunno what they do, but at least they don't fucking beep at me for walking.