He laughed and hugged her back, winking with a grin.
"Kitty? Petite Sprite?" Remy's eyes swept over his pack of lost puppies. "Not here, haven't seen her. Piotr tear dem down t' atoms yet?"
Remy did flinch, worry clear to the redhead. "Darius, he was here. We were untyin' and hecklin', den dey started shooting and he disappeared." He shook his head. "De bullet never got him, but whatever 'e did, knock out de neutralizers."
Losing a kid, THAT kid, to one of these bastards felt worse than the beating he took.
"Mostly small concussions and sprains. Dey wanted us t'look healthy n whole when put on display."