[Logan turned to look at Serenity and meowed curiously. Bridge opened one eye and looked down at her, smiling, which kinda broke his zen facade. He waved back and carefully stood, scrambling down the wood pile. He almost made it before tripping near the bottom and landing with a THUD next to Serenity, groaning. Logan gave a wheezy chuckle, which made Bridge glare at him.]

Easy for you to say.

{Bridge picked himself up with as much dignity as he could muster, dusted himself off, and offered one leather-gloved hand.]

I am indeed Bridge! And that's my dog, Logan. Uhm, I trip and fall fairly often, so- don't mind that part.