"Well, you just happen to be the second crazy person I met today," it wasn't an honor, Remy. "Because the world Ah live in? Well, there it's 1991." Her hips shifted. "So, maybe your math's off. Either that or I suspect you're gonna start tryin' to tell me about death and lists and shakin' like a leaf." Sorry, Kimberly, wherever you are; you'd left an impression, and not a good one.
She stood her ground, though; not really trusting her ears on this one, but having enough of a soft heart not to want to go right on ahead and start pounding this guy into next Thursday. "Listen, just point me in the direction of the nearest phone." Green-Hazel eyes hadn't left the Cajun's, it was kind of like a stare off, Rogue quite accustomed to the idea that the first person to look away was generally the one who'd be losing something shortly.