Her reaction got another laugh. She was in pain, he could tell, but moping wasn't something Remy was ever very good at, and it was never something he'd allowed Anna to do for very long, either. Times may be terrible. Terrorists may be bombing buses filled with mutant children, hatred may have been at an all-time high. She may have been displaced, left alone, lost people she loved, but...well, the world, or worlds, didn't stop spinning, so neither could you.

"Somebody out dere thought different, chere, droppin' you on my doorstep like dis." He shrugged, reaching out to take her newly gloved hand. "An' I don' think Anna's gonna miss 'em. She left 'em a month ago." It was strange, touching so familiar a hand through that layer of cloth again. It was like it was five years ago again. "Now, how 'bout we stop off fo' a bit ta eat, first, eh?"