"Oh, ain't that bad. Killed all kindsa people, me." Only a few on purpose.. most of them were because he'd done something indirect and stupid. Gambit was no hero, but sometimes he liked to pretend he was. For Rogue. For Storm. "Didn' kill m' pop, though. Got me beat 'dere."
He'd tuck Kylo in close again, ensuring he was snuggled up and comfortable before he rubbed at the chicken's head. Henrietta. Yep. That would be her name.
"Ain't almost cute.. she's fuckin' adorable. Gonna name her Henrietta." And thus she was dubbed. "Not really 'dat popular, got people, ain't really my people no more, 'dough. Tryin'a make nice wit' ot'ers.. gotta have friends, non? 'Specially in a place like 'dis." Gambit didn't so much need the popularity as want it. He wasn't a hero type, when people knew what he did and what he was really like, he didn't make many friends.
So here, with people who knew nothing about him, it was easier.