There was always something about the man before her who could make her feel as if she was safe. This time was no exception to that rule and as the hand slid across the table, the young woman allowed a gloved one to retailate in the small gesture. "I...would like that." The sickening feelings that fell over her at the memory of the the subway incident were subsided momentarily. She had attacked Sinister to protect the others and in the process she made an enemy of Remy. Or had he always been an enemy? She didn't know.