"Et a rather fine leg too, such a pity keeping it cooped up like this," he commiserated and patted the nearest blanketed knee in sympathy. She did seem rather... sedentary for herself. Not that she would be bouncing off the walls most days, but it wasn't a lot to do when stuck in medbay and it was strange to witness.
Remy lifted an eyebrow high, noting how much Marko was involved with the day's events. Which was stupid, they had been teammates on a very tense mission and Marko was working on proving his teammateness to the other mutants. "Non Cheri, don't tell me you were stuck reading a...book," he asked in a hushed whisper, looking shocked. "With pages et ink!? Sacre Mere, if they were feeling very vindictive, they could have given you some papyrus or stone tablets." He chuckled a little and sighed, considering the frustration. "But it can be annoying. Some people's talents are so interwoven with daily life, you take 'em away and it's like losing one of your senses." Thinking about they McCoy may not be around so much, he nodded and sighed. "Good for you. He has terrible bedside manner, too fond of needles."