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Remy wandered along until he reached Ro's tube, trying to remain inconspicuous, and avoid eying her inappropriately. "How da accommodations, Petite?" he asked, a vaguely guilty look crossing his features, hand rubbing along the back of his neck and eyes darting back to make sure no one was watching him.
'Ro glanced up from where she was kneeling and scowled at Remy, lunging towards the glass and hammering at it. "You son of a bitch!" she practically shrieked. "What the hell was this? After before, you go and sick that green-haired psychopath on me?" Pound though she might, the glass of her holding didn't cell give way, and the very naked young woman simply glowered through it with impotent rage, chest rising and falling with heavy breathing as ivory eyes glared at him mercilessly.
Remy held up his hands, wincing slightly and holding a finger to his lips, trying to shush her. "I tried ta warn ya. Don' you go cussin' at me," he admonished, "You were 'sposed ta look afta da children so we couldn' take so many. An' stead you give us da bloody jet."
She blinked. "Look, I got the message to them," she growled at him, eyes narrowed in the process. "It's not my fault they took their damned time getting the kids out... and how was I supposed to know you'd be with them? It's not like I know who they are is it?"
She shook her head, reaching up and rubbing at her forehead. "Why the fuck should I trust you right now?" she muttered. "You could be lying here too."
"Ya also herded 'em in to da Blackbird," Remy pointed out calmly, "An' da big black thin' messed everythin' up. It weren't ma fault," he insisted, crossing his arm.
"I could be lying, but what good would dat do me?" he asked, "He already got you. I don' wan you here. Dat weren't ma goal."
"And the kids? You know what this creep'll do to them. You've heard the stories, damnit," she said, sighing and crumpling down. "We've all heard the stories, and he knows things... things he really shouldn't know."
She shuddered and tried to get up, falling back down to her knees. "I'd kick your ass properly for this anyway, but I can't hardly move. So, if I'm not supposed to be here, what do you plan to do about it?" she said softly, glaring at him.
"...He said he'll let dem go when he done with 'em..." Remy said, looking a touch uncomfortable, not fully able to convince himself to believe in the promise, "An' he won't hurt em. He wants ta learn from 'em. He's good to da kids..."
"...I'll ask him ta let you go," he said simply, "He owes me. I did wha he asked."
She grunted and scowled again, leaning around and turning her back on him. "Why should he? There's something special about me apparently," she muttered. "He's got tests he wants run, to figure out why I ended up looking like this, what happened to me. Almost seemed pleased by the idea." She shuddered a little again, shaking her head.
"...He promised. I'm...he'll do it..." he said, not wanting to get into the particulars. Sinister had promised him that he would acknowledge him as his son, as second in command...if he asked, surely he would let Ro go.
'Ro sighed, shaking her head. "I'm about out of trust in folks today," she said softly, glancing back at him with a mixture of rage and disappointment, even hurt and sadness. "I don't know what to think about you. On the one hand, you helped us... on the other, you attacked and look where I am? Do what you think you have to. It's not like I've got any real say in the matter, now is it?"
She turned her head back and curled up. Chin propped on her knees, she stared at the near wall, not wanting to look at Remy. She still planned to slug him if she ever got out of here, but she was tired of not knowing what to think of someone.
Remy sighed, not expecting Ro to forgive him so easily. But he was going to keep his word. He pushed away from her tube with an apologetic look, going to seek out his father.