The Ragin' Cajun had found himself up a tree where he could sniper at whoever was attacking the mansion. It wasn't the greatest time and he couldn't remember pissing off this bunch badly enough to warrant the greeting. He'd even take the damn Sentinels if it meant he could have some coffee during this, they were so much easier to handle.
"While I maybe speaking for everyone dat the scenery'll certainly improved wit'your rippling pectorals," Remy drawled. He sat up in one of the trees, tossing cards at the intruders as they came too close. They were sadly not so phased by the explosions as he hoped. Looks like this wasn't going to be a quick fight, so much for sleep. "But maybe you could've come a bit more prepared for de fight, mon ami. Like mebbe knowing why de hell we have a front yard of green angry men in de middle of de night!?"