What was he doing? It wasn't the first time the question had flitted through his mind since this other Rogue had shown up in his living room. He still couldn't think that was anything other than a cruel joke being played by fate, but that lady'd dealt him more bad hands than he could count and he was still kicking. He figured this one wasn't going to ruin everything. She wasn't even the first Rogue from another dimension he'd met, and she probably wouldn't be the last.

She was, he had to admit, the most like, well, his Rogue that he'd met, but he'd only met a few recently. Maybe he was just reflecting demeanor on a familiar face. Sure, Remy, you keep telling yourself that. One day you might even believe it.

With a practiced smile, he opened the door of his apartment, holding it open for her to step through, crimson gaze moving over the sway of her hips in that strange costume as he closed the door behind them. He moved toward the elevator at the end of the hall, pressing the call button before looking over to her.

"So, de X-Men went grey in yo' world, eh? Ain' a choice I'd go with."