Logan was out on his usual patrol, cigar between his teeth and hands in his pockets. It was quiet today; kids were still out visiting their families for America Day or whatever it was called. Independence Day? That sounded right. It was nice. No little brats hiding out in the grounds trying to fuck with no-one noticing. No awkward situations to break up, no fights to mediate, no - wait.
A crackle, a crunch, the rustle of fabric. Small, swift steps, light and aimless. Not a threat, he decided quickly. Logan stepped back quickly, dodging back from a diminutive girl. “Nothin’ to apologize for, kid.”