Paul glances over again at Logan at the question, his eyebrows arched.

"A difference of opinion," he says, with nothing more than that. He looks back to Maddy, and snaps off the flashlight.

"Okay, you're tracking pretty good. You having any neck pain? Nausea? Drowsiness? And I'll find a nice big steak for Mr. Logan here-- dunno about the beer, but I've got some vodka in stock."