Remy stretched slightly, rolling his sholders and flexing his fingers as well as he could. It didn't feel good. "But she ain't nearly as talented as ya are." Remy smiled, and it might have been charming if he weren't so beat up. Remy couldn't help it. Hungry, beaten up, kidnapped, he still had to flirt. "My thanks cher-"
In the distance, there was a dull BOOM, clearly the result of Bobby doing what he did best. Remy stumbled slightly.
"... I hope dat was a friend o' yers. Ya know da way out?"