((OOC: I just figure Rogue is pissed enough to fight through the disorientation.))
Bobby slid downward from the wall to the floor, planting both palms on it and closing his eyes. He knew he was on solid ground instead of on a roller coaster, but his equilibrium refused to settle.
And then it did.
Risking a peek, Bobby opened one eye and found that Rogue had decked Vertigo, who was unconscious on the floor. Blockbuster roared his indignation, and he rushed a few paces toward Rogue, swinging his massive hammer of a fist.
Glancing over his shoulder, he found Scrambler trying to touch him. Instead, he blasted the Korean mutant with a burst of his ice powers, slowing him down for a kick to the face to take him down the rest of the way.
While Rogue was busy trading blows with Blockbuster, Bobby crouched over Gambit's body to check if he was okay. The Cajun was still disoriented, so Bobby hefted him over his shoulder to carry him out of the theater. The way the supports were creaking -- even with the added bracing of Bobby's ice -- the building was going to come down any moment. Especially the way Rogue and Blockbuster were busy brawling inside.
Once he was across the street, Bobby gently set Remy down and surrounded him in a cocoon of ice. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere. Seriously."
By the time Bobby had returned from ushering Vertigo and Scrambler out of the theater, Remy was awake, but cold. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
Remy groaned, his teeth chattering. "Don' ... don't look like y'holdin' up any..."
Bobby flipped him off. "There. Happy now?"
"Drake? I d-do somethin' to piss y'off?"
Bobby could hear that the sounds of battle inside the theater had subsided. "You did something, all right. It involves the Marauders and this theater. So start talking."
"Y-y'gonna let me outta dis f-frozen sleepin' bag?"
"Depends on how forthcoming you are." They both knew Bobby wouldn't have let anybody freeze to death, but his patience with the Cajun was at an all-time low.