Logan stepped out into the light shielding his eyes for a moment. Some new woman, name like a singer , was on board. Hopefully  not another to look after. He wasn't native to this area, so he needed some intel.<br/><br/>"Morning folks. Ok so crossing ain't the issue. While back someone mentioned a store few miles past the standing hoard. My question is, what else is around that? We need to make sure we aren't in an area that's too desirable to others. That'd  only bring trouble."<br/><br/>Logan eyed the raft. It would hold. Barely,  but it would. One journey only. " I'll swing as well, but I'll be keeping my clothes on. "  he glanced at Blondie. Any other time in his life he'd have been happy women were stripping near him. Now...he still was just much less so.