"An y'know what da worst part be? All these folks here sayin' they know me. Like I owe dem somethin' 'cos in some kinda crazy world dey come from I be someone to 'em. I ain't signed up for none o' dat. I can't walk from one flo' to da next in this here place wit'out bein' told I'm known. Hell.."
Of course half the crew that seemed to know him appeared to be pretty girls, but it still irked him. Especially all that X-Men talk, as if he was committed to some group of people he didn't even know.
"So you got folks you know here, petite? Or sayin' they know you? Ey, homme," he nodded at the bartender on duty. "You gon' put her drink on my tab, oui?"