He clocks that step back, like a skittish doe suddenly aware of a threat. Guilt flares hot in his gut.

"You just do." Flat. A thought occurs to him- "Wait a second, I thought they nullified our gifts on the ride in. Can you still-"

Logan brings a hand up aside his head, fingers waving. Can you still read people's thoughts? a question he asks inwardly and through the gesture.