Remy had a reason to be paranoid, really. Rogue didn't have as much of a reason as Remy to be paranoid, but she still was. She was used to living on the streets, so spending a few weeks on them hadn't killed her. Made her a little (more) thin, and dirty, but she was unscathed. In dire need of some clean clothes and a shower, though.
"All right. Sounds good." It was the perfect Valentine's Day present. They could get a motel room, have a nice long shower, cuddle up, order pizza, and watch some television before getting a good, long, night's sleep. She couldn't have asked for a better Valentine's Day. Though, the roses were nice, too.