Gambit moved very differently as they walked. His arms swung freely at his sides. Legs strode languidly. He was wide open while the beautiful, southern girl at his side was pulling herself in. Remy made sure as he walked beside her to let his arm bump and brush against hers. Messy waves of chestnut colored hair fell around his face as he glanced to the side at her, a light smile on his lips.
Maybe she wrapped her arms around herself like that because she was cold.
"Jus' arrived." He pointed to the bag on his bag. Swinging it around he wiggled free of his long trench coat. Gambit moved with the sort of coordination that came with years of training. Slinging his bag back over his shoulder he gave the coat a shake, making it snap like a flag in the wind, before he dropped it over her shoulders. "Tell me your story, mon ami." Because he was interested in knowing. That streak of white hair found its way back between his fingers, his eyes sparkling like onyx in the night.