The sound of the revving engine fills the empty warehouse as Logan’s hand pushed the throttle. He’s spent days working on his bike. It’s his distraction from the rest of the world. His white tank top and arms are smudge with oil and grime. A red bandana he’s using as a rag hangs out of the back pocket of his jeans. His bike is positioned on a raised platform for easier access to the engine. Smoke comes from a cigar between his teeth. His face seems to be etched in a permanent scowl. Despite being an X-men, he spends most of his days isolated. Or with a fellow mutant. His workshop is his refuge. A place for him to get away from the chaos of the world and his job.

A tool set is placed on a cart nearby. He grabs various tools to mess with the engine.