Remy looked rather surprised by the state of her room. It was something he might have seen in one of the wealthy homes he robbed, not what he would have expected in Sinister's world. Maybe the man hadn't been lying about the level of care his experiments recieved.
He lowered himself onto the small chair a touch awkwardly, afriad of breaking it, knees high. He gave a slight grimace at the hats, which he was quick to wipe from his face before she turned back to him. "Dis' a lovely set up. Did Sinister do all dis for ya?"