"Anythin' - anyone - particular dat got ya needin' ta relieve dat stress?" Perhaps the question was a little too pointed - but subtle questioning had never been Remy's strong point. Jean-Luc had railed at him - and on him - about it frequently enough, but it had never stuck.
Trouble trouble trouble his cards whispered at him. That he'd arrived at 'sanctuary' only for there to be clouds on the horizon bothered Remy. He'd had enough of storms.