Logan's eyes narrow. His head cocks slightly. You can almost see the tired, rusty cogs in his brain trying to turn.

"So. You're just a little bit 'cause you were born— some early-aughts. But you're still old you. Because—— you know what, I'm sorry I asked." And just like that he decides his ability to understand whatever the hell this is probably doesn't matter.

"When'd you fall outta the sky around here? Kinda hopin' that's a simpler answer."