Logan decided not to get too involved with the people outside. After all it only led to hurt feelings and vulnerability later down the road. Instead he went as deep as he could into the ship, trying to salvage what he could. It also gave him a better understanding of how much ground they had to work with so to speak.<br/><br/>"Two partial decks, before it floods out." he said to himself. His voice echoed off the wet metal inside. At least there were no bodies floating in the water.  Leaning against the hull he let out a sigh. Here in the dark against the steel with the smell of the water he relaxed. The girl up top was nice. Naomi was her name, yet part of him knew better. A pretty smile could get you killed quicker then the dead. These others didn't look combat experienced. More like they survived off the death and kindness of others then people who actually pitched in. The question Logan was trying to answer was, go solo or be that helping hand at the risk of his own life. He  had done both before.<br/><br/>"A life time ago. And now I'm talking to ghosts." He stared into his own reflection hoping his image would answer for him. Was he a good man still?