Kitty blinks at her. "Do I think he will join the X-Men? Belle, for me, he already has. The Remy Here isn't my Gambit. He's cool and all, but in my universe, all that's happened."
She shrugs. It might not be the answer the woman is looking for, but it's the way things are. She butters her scone, aware she'd being watched very closely. If Kitty hadn't been through piles of shit and levels of Hell and destruction already, she might be nervous, but she isn't, not really.
"He didn't talk about you much, the Remy I know back home, at least, not to me. He was a very private person."