A few moments later, there's a thunderous groan of metal over Caroline's head, and Logan comes crashing down through the ceiling panel, trailing wires and raining electric sparks on her head.

"Get down!"

Logan takes a swing at the little arm full of sharp claws, slicing one reptilian finger clean of and forcing it into retreat again.

"You OK, Blondie?"

He's glad he moved in his instinct that she'd been gone too long. Clearly the situation is different than they all expected.