So it was that the morning she was to leave, when she was ready to go, she was greeted by a man in sunglasses and a suit, and with a smirky grin. His suit was cut to the nines, and fit him like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination, even by X-Men standards. And he knocked on her door with a bouncy step.

"Hello, chere'. Ready to go? Dis ship for parts unknown is ready to rise." The accent was pure slick Cajun.

Remy had been looking for a reason to get out of the mansion, where he didn't quite fit, and he had leaped at this one. Go out, with this pretty new stranger, and find other places that would be good for schools and fun.