"Being in it for yourself's the way to go. Has been for me for a while." At least it was here - Remy had died in her arms just before her arrival, but that was months ago now, and she was more than okay with looking out for her own skin. Seemed like half the people she got to know around here either left and stayed gone, or returned without remembering herself.
Rogue took another brief swig of her bourbon, then sent him a smirk at the question. "Nah, but we can come up with a secret handshake," she joked in return. "Had the chance to look around here yet?"