"You talk like da Assains," Remy mumbled, but said nothing further on the subject. He knew his views on the subject.
His eyes narrowed as Sinister spoke of Rogue in such a familiar way. "How you know Rogue?" he demanded, shaking his head with a determined look, "It don't matter Remy is goin' ta free her. She's an X-Men, she ain't gonna wanna work for you, or da Marauders."
He froze as the building suddenly gave a great shake, eyes flitting upwards with an uneasy expression. That hadn't been him. That was something much more powerful. "...Mon Dieu." Why was it his bosses always left him or dead?
And then, to make matters worse, the lights cut out as well, all unnaturally silent save the creaking of the building.