“Times? I don’t seem to have my blackberry on my right now, but if you give me a minute I’ll have my secretary pull up a list of tomorrows activities and you can pour over them to your heart’s content.” She leveled a bright eyed stare at him. “Does it look like I’ve got a window? My internal clock runs on 24 hours of dimness. They like it when the bright lights make you blink and squint, it’s easier not to see them coming.”
***She seems so with it right there.***

Logan found little help in the divided attention of a bat-shit girl disgruntled about her fate ***I Can see him there thinking "Fuck" LOL ***

Author's Response: I forgot how much I loved this story! I'm going to have to read them all again! I love that last line from Logan!