[A flood of strange smells assaults Logan. It's what wakes him up and immediately fills him with a keen sense of alertness. This wasn't somewhere he'd ever been before, and that fact in itself wasn't good. He could hear other people around him, even recognizes a few scents here and there, but it doesn't do much to comfort him.

He opens his eyes and sits up slowly. No injuries, but there's no surprise there. He is, however, surprised to find his clothes all in order, no tears or bullet holes, and, most importantly, no blood. That didn't seem right.

He pushes himself up and gets to his feet, taking a look around and tilting his head to sniff at the air. No blood, no smell of blood. He spots a few familiar faces, giving one or two people a nod of acknowledgement.]

Anybody know where the hell we are? Or how we got here?