Several things caught the Acadian's attention all at once. For one, Rogue was wearing a weird costume (and there he went calling it a costume again). Her favorite color was green. Emerald green. Hell, she even loved emeralds. And why shouldn't she? They were exactly the same color as her eyes. For as long as he'd known her, she'd found some way to include the color in her wardrobe. Her bare hands were shaking, and she looked like she'd just seen a ghost.

Now, he and Anna had had their ups and downs, but "little Remy" never got that reaction before. That, and she hadn't taken the time to notice it just yet. Casually, with every ounce of cool collection he could muster (which was quite a lot of he did say so himself), he moved the towel from his head to his waist, affording himself a degree of modesty and the situation a bit more formality.

Now that he watched her more closely, it wasn't so much shock as, well, he couldn't quite put his finger on it, and that concerned him enough to wash away any annoyance he might have felt at her sudden appearance in his apartment.

"Anna, why don' you have a seat, eh? I'll go put on some pants an' you can tell me what's wrong."