Bobby'd had to sit down - he was definitely looking grayish, but he grinned at Jubilee and Remy as if he were perfectly alright. Taking down large chunks of that building had strained him. "Not bad for a rushed job, eh?"
Remy was too busy gulping air to answer that - the hand Jubilee had grasped hurt like hell (hey, the boy had broken fingers). Now that he was out, Remy was starting to wonder who his rescuers were. He didn't recognize them as co-workers, as people who worked for his boss. He'd made it a point to know everyone. "No dat I ain't grateful, but I be real curious to know who's tryin' ta pull me inta his debt." Remy looked between Bobby and Jubilee.
It took Bobby a moment to work out what exactly Remy was saying through the dialect, then he smiled wanly. "No debts here. You are going to be moving though."