"I told you I was a murderer." Kylo pointed out. He'd told Remy that in their very first conversation, actually. The thought of killing his father had him taking another drink, setting the bottle back down and watching curiously as Remy gathered up the odd, feathered creature that was apparently called a chicken.
Remy settled back in against his side and held the chicken in his lap. Kylo looked down at it, content and still clucking lightly, and reached down tentatively to brush his fingers over its feathers. "It's almost cute." He remarked, pillowing his cheek back down against Remy's shoulder and watching the chicken get further settled in.
"Do you have people here?" He asked after watching the chicken peck a bit at Gambit's leg. "You seem pretty popular on the network." More popular than Kylo which- was fine, Kylo wasn't the sort of person who needed popularity, not really.