"Hey!" Bobby's protest was cut short as Remy's attention was directed away from his cheeks, leaving Bobby to rub where he had been pinched red, nose wrinkled in annoyance. True, he didn't make for a very convincing 22, but his roommate was good for things beyond basic pickpocketing advice. Which hadn't turned out to be very useful, now that Bobby thought about it. And he had only tried using the I.D. in Mutant Town, which had a very lassaiz faire approach to the law, come to think of it. He sidled a little closer to Remy, like his age might rub off on him and keep him from spoiling the night out.
Following the line of Remy's finger turned out to be not so necessary; the one he was pointing to seemed to be the only girl in the general area, and pretty obvious beyond. "Cool hair," Bobby noted, pinched cheeks well out of mind, but something else striking him; "Stalkers usually show up after the stalkee." He raised his eyebrows pointedly at Remy, then shuffled away before the older man realized how close Bobby had been getting in his anxiety.