Logan sighed. Keeping calm(-ish) was hard work when going toe to toe with someone sharing a similar attitude to oneself, paired with a loud mouth and quick remarks. Or at least that’s what he decided after being around the young man for approximately a minute.
“If yer gonna keep yappin’, least ya can do is get the hell outta’ the library. I’m s’posed t’ be overseein’ kids study, not complain.“
He made a point by leaning onto the table. If this guy wasn’t going to shut up or leave when asked in a relatively nice manner (if you could call it that with his teeth-gnashing bluntness), Logan would make him do either or both with intimidation.