He smiled as warmly as he could and put his hand on top of hers before she left to work on the egg salad some more. "You should worry 'bout you more often. Dun worry 'bout ol' Remy, been doin' dis f'a long, long time."
Acts of heroism, only to fall into deals with the enemy. Standard practice for him. He sighed and opened the bag of chips, eating them one by one, savoring them.
He was quiet, otherwise. A lot had gone on back there. A lot more than he had a chance to figure out while it was happening. The Joker had played quite a number on him, whether he had let the clown know or not. And Sinister. Fuck. He was in some deep, deep shit.
He looked up at her, "You ain't a mutant, are you. Jus' a girl." God, he hoped so.