Bobby smirked when Rogue suggested pulling the fence down. At least she was still joking, but when he turned to her he found that the smile had vacated her features. He supposed it had been too good to last.
The embrace they shared when she locked arms with him lacked anything resembling affection. Maybe it was just the just the fact that this excursion was more like an all-business X-Men mission, but the way they'd embraced the night before had created a sharp contrast.
Bobby didn't hear anything either as they ventured into the building. "Let's hope we're the first," Bobby commented. "But then again, if we are, that means we can't rely on anybody else to spring the traps in this particular dungeon. Let's hope the GameMaster is in a forgiving mood." He had no idea if she would get the Dungeons & Dragons reference, but he desperately needed to lighten the mood, considering they were entering the theater in which the wood was so rotted the entire building might collapse under a strong breeze.
Five years ago, it had only been recently closed down and condemned when Gambit had visited. It was a wonder the place hadn't been torn down. But now, the glimpse of Remy Lebeau in Rogue's head wasn't seeing the theater as it existed now, but as it was half a decade ago. His memories pulled Rogue toward the stage, where a particular meeting had taken place.