The shot of the rifle caught Remy offguard. Now that made the Cajun feel bad for what he had done, but only because it was aimed at the other mutant. He was off the bench, heart beating too fast and a sinking feeling in his stomach as he watched the big guy hit the ground. That hadn't been his intentions at all; damn it, their captors were supposed to die instead. Or at least that was how it had played out in his mind. Maybe he should have thought through freeing him a little more.
Of course, the thief wasn't the only one startled by the loud crack of the automatic rifle being discharged; before he could feel guilty, the noise brought the guards outside on alert, and Remy sank back down onto the bench. Maybe if he looked like he wasn't a threat then they wouldn't think he was involved; though the only problem with that theory was that more than a few of them knew that he could be found not far from trouble.
He was barely aware of breathing a sigh of relief as Victor pushed himself to his knees.
So, Kitty could take a bullet or two and still keep going, it looked like he had much more than just his size on his side, which made him damn lucky right about now as far as Gambit was concerned.
Smirking up at him as the feral returned, he couldn't resist drawling, "Kitty catch 'is mouse, henh?" Let it never be said that Gambit didn't like to live dangerously, though some quiet little voice inside of him thought he probably should have been more bothered by watching the kid get killed.