Max wasn't in any real hurry to get to Logan's. The weather was somewhat pleasant for once and she was still on the clock, which were two perfectly good reasons to give everything an extra minute or two. Usually when he paged she sped right over, ready to hear the latest news on the corrupt bad guy of the week, but today she just wasn't in the mindset. Instead of blazing through crowded streets of people, using her enhanced genetics and motor skills to avoid any collisions, she was lazily winding through the huddled masses, even tossing an apology over her shoulder when she got just a bit too close for someone's comfort. Today was a good day.

She finally arrived at Logan's, forty-five minutes later than she was sure Logan had expected, and left her bicycle standing near the Aztek. She stretched when she got off her bike and made her way to the building's entrance. She smiled at the doorman and even stopped to engage in a small conversation with him about the weather. She noted the somewhat surprised look on the man's face and enjoyed it. Any day that she could catch people unawares and shock them - even just a smidgen - was a good day. As she pressed the button for the elevator, her smile grew wider at the thought of seeing Logan up and walking.

At times she felt like pulling strangers aside on the street and telling them that she had finally helped someone out. It had taken a while, she knew, but it was still satisfying. And it opened a whole new door. But she wasn't sure she was ready to step inside yet. After all, they had plenty of time before to take that leap. She decided finally that only time would tell.

Max stepped out of the elevator and walked to Logan's door, noting the obscure artwork that lined the walls. She had never really paid attention to it before and now could clearly see why: most of it looked like a toddler had simply gone to town with a few tubes of finger-paint. Shaking her head, she picked the lock and walked into the penthouse.

The sound of furious typing kept her from calling out. There would be no use really. Logan would just respond with what she already knew. Smile still in place, she walked toward the computer room, just enjoying the relaxing pace. She leaned against the door frame and watched Logan work for a minute before announcing her presence with a deep exhalation of breath.

"Traffic?" He asked, not bothering to turn around.

"No." She answered, crossing her arms and still enjoying her good day.

"Then why're you so late?" He asked, this time swiveling around in his chair to face her. The fact that she glanced down at the average, run-of-the-mill computer chair didn't go unnoticed by either party.

She shrugged. "It's nice out for once and I'm not too eager to get back to work. It's a good day for once and taking it slow is a nice change."

His eyes were intense. "Thing is, it's not a good day."

Her smile faded and she knew that whatever Logan had paged her for was going to completely demolish her good mood.