"Non," he said, pulling out a file and charging it before tossing it onto the table. It jumped, giving a small bang, papers smoldering, and Remy flushed, "Not much, anyways."
He found the rest of her possessions stashed away, tossing them to her before turning his attention to the computer. He examined it for a moment before finding the usb port, sticking the key in and turning to Rogue, magically producing the card Sinister had given her, having pocketed it when going through her file.
As if on cue heavy banging came from the door, and the lock wouldn't hold long. That and there was the was the bomb to contend with. "We gotta go, Chere, you trust me?" he asked, moving to loop his arm round her waist, charging up the card and hoping Sinister had been telling the truth.