"De' Doct'r. For uh bi'. He lef' 'de nigh' you came here." Two nights ago, had it been? Three? Gambit had lost count.. it was easy to do when you were in this place.. though the red-head had taken careful pains to start a record of how long he'd been here, inside that barn, drawn on the wall, not far from the door, in the shadows.
"'De gym? Naw, woul'n' wan' everyone t'get'er, chere. Wha' if anot'er ear'tquake happen? Everyone gonna be trappe' in 'de same spo'. We gotta be sprea' ou'.. but ain' no one shoul' be 'lone, so you gotta be sure you stayin' wit' someone. 'De buddy system, oui? So if y' en' up missin' or dea', someone can say somet'in'." A horrible reason... but an honest one.