With the creatures that popped up around the hotel, there was no telling if they could or couldn't enjoy themselves. Though, one could say that about humans, mutants and gods too. Which all happened to be under the roof of the hotel. Not that some stranger needed to know that. They weren't in any immediate danger.
The cajun shuffles his cards in one hand, more something to do than anything else, while listening to the other. A part of him wondered, himself, if those things were completely harmless. Maybe it would be like a few of the other things. Harmless until they weren't.
"Remy LeBeau," he says, cards going into his pocket before giving that hand a firm shake.