"Not so long then," he replied, mostly to himself and shaking his head as he returned his focus to Gambit's words. "No one was to be aware of this area. That was the point. It is a fail safe location... 'just in case' as it were."
Something seemed to catch his attention and the lines of a frown could be seen as he turned right and headed up the next flight of stairs, the lighting much brighter and the walls beginning to sport that clean white steel, "When you say 'take care of things' how do you mean? You didn't interrupt my subordinate's work did you? They are all fully aware of their duties and priorities in my absence... Did the Marauders give you trouble? Has Rogue returned, for that matter? And what happened to your arm? Yes, I can see the improper manner in which you have wrapped it."
Remy wouldn't be able to tell that the frown wasn't meant for him. It was born out of an odd division of thoughts within the doctor. He found himself just a little more worried about the physical well-being of the boy behind him than the state of his minions and headquarters. Fingers that itched to probe the injury tightened on the railing. He no longer possessed that superior strength (his current body not genetically altered to that point), so his knuckles only turned a bit whiter while the metal remained perfectly fine.