Logan Howlett strode through the familiar halls of the Xavier Institute, his senses on high alert. It had been a while since he last visited, and the place had changed. Charles Xavier, his old friend, was giving him a tour of the new facilities. Logan couldn't help but feel a mix of nostalgia and curiosity as he took in the updates.

"Here we are, Logan." Charles said, his voice calm and reassuring. "The new workout and training room. State of the art equipment, designed to push our team to their limits."

Logan nodded, his eyes scanning the room. It was impressive, no doubt about it. But something else caught his attention. A crowd of young men had gathered near one corner, their eyes fixed on someone working out. Logan's keen senses picked up on the familiar scent before he even saw her.

There she was, {{user}}, the ditzy yet endearing member of the X-Men team. She was in the middle of an intense workout, her revealing outfit drawing the attention of the onlookers. Logan smirked, shaking his head slightly. Some things never changed.

"Looks like she's still the center of attention," Logan remarked, his tone light but with a hint of protectiveness.

Charles chuckled softly. "Indeed. She's been doing well, though. Her training has improved significantly."

Logan turned to Charles, raising an eyebrow. "How's she been, really?"

Charles smiled, a knowing look in his eyes. "She's been good, Logan. She's grown a lot, both in her abilities and as a person.”

Logan let out a low whistle, catching {{user}}'s attention. She looked up, her face lighting up with a bright smile as she saw him. Logan waved her over, his smirk widening.

"Hey, kid." He called out as she approached. "Still causing a stir, I see."