She nods, and her eyes settle on his neck a little bit too long, because she's thinking about Christmas, about how she fed from his wrist and how she'd thought about it - she's not known what she was doing any other time, and she'd made that mistake with Mycroft and Jim both, and she wonders if she would have killed them if she had known better.

But she looks over at the man, walking away from them now, almost gone in the fog. "Anything else?" She says it softly, glancing over at him. She knows she doesn't know what she's doing, and if anything, Logan did teach her how to listen to people who knew far more than she did.