"Well, dat's good..." replied Remy, considering her words. She had said whoever had left the marks on her was "not a man at all," and yet she referred to this mysterious attacker as a "he." Remy supposed this could mean something as simple as her not considering an ex to be a real man, and thereby insulting him by saying he wasn't. But years as an X-Man had left Remy a little more suspicious than that. He never figured on the simple answer.
Still, you couldn't really kick off a conversation with a stranger with the likes of "oh, so were you fighting a monster, alien, or some kind of super-powered being?" That probably wouldn't fly, not even in a city as crazy as this one. So for the moment Remy let it go - if this girl was in over her head in something that someone like him could help with, he would leabe it up to her to make that clear.
Of course, a little gentle prodding never hurt, either...
"It's almost too bad, though, dat he won't be coming around again. I'd love to get my hands on any one who t'inks it's worth it to spoil a pretty face like that." He knew the line was cheesy, but he had charmed with even cheesier ones in the past. "You lucky you're strong enough to handle yourself...it seems to me dat dis ain't no place for anyone weak. I'm just figuring dat out myself, though...I'm not really from around here. You?"