His name. Logan, wired, whips around, teeth bared, but he is not-- unstable? Jury is out and it depends on your definition of that, but there is adrenaline and momentum and his task is killing so expects that he's being urged to do more of that and--

Sees that the civvies are clear. Right. Claws do not snikt back up his hands and wrists, left out, but Logan ceases fire enough to think, especially now that another lies dead at his feet and no one is eager to be the next.

He turns, and will follow, and fend off those that may try to pursue.