Tweak says, "There's a hero in us all." <<< SO APT.
Gambit relaxed himself at Felix's own signs of disappearing tension, and he figured that showing what he could do would head off any kind of stupid bullshit Felix might try to come up with if Gambit asked questions that set him off. He didn't mean to start out hard, was the thing, because he figured it was worth being kind at first, and Felix had a solid enough kind of alibi that the chances of him being the one were about as high as Dorothy's parents.
Her name was Dorothy. It was the kind of thing Gambit knew better than to get hung up on, but it's been going through his mind more often than a lover's name these days. Dorothy James. She'd been like him, and now she was dead, and no one seemed to care. To Gambit's way of thinking that just wasn't right, and if he was honest with himself what he was hoping to find in Felix was somebody else thinking about Dorothy.
"I guess it ain't a surprise to you tha' your girl was a mutant, huh," he said, as an observation of fact he was pretty sure was accurate, and he tucked his own hands in his pockets to mirror Felix's posture. That, and it was cold next to this lake.
"What I wan' is pretty much to find out wha' happened to her. We mutants got to look after our own. Ain't like anybody in this town cares. 'Cept you, I think. And that ain't right to me, it don' sit well. 'Cause somebody oughta do somethin' for your girl and I hear you already been tryin', so I figure you and me, maybe we could get somethin' done for her." Gambit shrugged, scuffing the ground with the toe of one boot. "You know anythin'? 'Cause people ain't been talking to the rat outta the bayou, you know."