Remy was busy at the moment. He'd been playing around with one of the minions brought in for the battle, enjoying the game of it rather than really defeating his opponent. It wasn't often he had the chance to fight with this much enthusiasm or against an actual opponent. He was dressed for battle, wearing the black armor of the Guild, complete with the subtle maroon horizontal stripes down both sides. The rest of the ensemble was black as well, reinforced leather that gave him some protection in a fight, apart from the faded, brown leather trench covering it.
The voice had him turning but confirmation wasn't necessary. Hers was a voice he wasn't likely to forget.
"Now that depends entirely on what kinda party we're talkin' about." He answered glibly, cracking his opponent across the head with his staff. The fellow went down quickly enough, now that Remy was done playing with him. It was interesting, how mutants relied upon their powers exclusively to get by. "Y'know I never turn down a good time."
To be honest, Remy couldn't have really explained what he was doing there. He wasn't an X-Man. In an entire life based on non-action, Remy was fairly convinced that this wasn't his fight. And yet with a few words, Xavier had convinced him otherwise. The man was damn persuasive, Remy had to give him credit for that.
It wasn't the first time he'd seen Vertigo since he'd taken her hand, but still not entirely a welcomed visit either.
"Shoulda known it'd attract all t'wrong crowd." He looked her over and shook his head. He sounded amused, but there was a hint of weariness in his voice when addressing her. There was little question as to what side of this fight she'd take. "What do y'want, Vee?"