Remy was heading back to the medbay, Forge's bottle in one hand and another he 'found' in McCoy's office when the lights went out and flickered erratically. "Dat can't be good," he muttered to himself and ran the rest of the way down to where he had left Sag and Forge. Once he got to the room, he faced a new dilemma: go to Sage, who wasn't particularly happy looking, or go to Forge, on the ground like a fish scooped from the waters.
"Forge, here," Remy squatted down and gingerly grabbed the weakened mutant, bracing for one hell of a static shock. When nothing really bad happened, he sat Forge up into better position and pressed one bottle into his hands. "Kay, you compose yourself down here, we can work on de up part later. Kay?" Standing up, he went around to the side of the bed, putting the other bottle of booze in her line of sight. "Petite? You awake now? Sounds like a whole mess of fun you're having right now, I can tell you I'm all kinds of jealous," he murmured mostly to fill the space and took her hand again. Squeezing it, he reached around and held her by the shoulders.