Gambit wasn't impressed at this point. "Knowin' a name don't make anyone be less of a stranger. Could easily give mine, an' you still not know me from Jack Daniels over dere." He grinned as he nodded towards the bartender.
"Southern hospitality? Sure, we can go wit' dat if you like." Remy joked, only to raise a brow in her direction. "Or call it curiosity? Or maybe it be dat I wonder how you be gettin' home drinkin' like you be. Hate to see de wrong type follow you home eh?"
Dangerous type? Her? He couldn't help but wonder if there was really any truth to that. Of course, that didn't stop him from smirking at all either. Looking around for a moment, he paused his shuffling, and finding no one really looking their way, he pulled his glasses down the rim of his nose for a moment to let her see exactly what he was hiding, only to reply, "We all be runnin' from somethin'. Pretty sure most find danger every now an' 'gain." And if anyone was good at finding trouble, it was Remy LeBeau.
But just as quickly, he pushed the glasses back up and went back to shuffling his cards. If she started freaking out, he'd just go out the back or point out she was drunk. No worries there.