You were just ASKING for Gambino, with your timing and placement. :D
Illyana wouldn't have a chance to look at too many pairs of shoes once she got inside. She couldn't have been in that store very long before the unlocked door swung open and permitted another 'customer' inside. There was certainly no mistaking who that man was, not if she even got a quick glance at him. Those boots? That boldly pink uniform? The trench coat? Red hair? And those eyes. Remy LeBeau and Illyana were no strangers to one another. They'd met several times, they'd spoken at the mansion and outside of it. They'd even worked together once or twice.
And he, of course, remembered her from this place.
But did she remember him? And if she did, did she remember that her friends had left him to die in the Arctic? Maybe she wasn't from that far into the future. Maybe the X-Men had gone home and had been so ashamed of their actions that they'd told no one. Maybe they had told her and she'd approved. Whatever the case, Gambit was about to find out.
"'Llyana." He greeted smoothly, that thick accent butchering her name, as was usual. His shopping cart sat outside, containing a television set (though there was no power), his welcome box (filled with cigarettes and gum, along with other random items), a few tools, a few boxes of nails, some clothing he'd managed to scrape up in these convenient shops. That crowbar remained strapped to his thigh as a back-up weapon.. but in one gloved hand hung the thick wooden staff he'd twisted off of a broom. If the pretty girl decided she needed to defend the X-Men's honor and fight him, he was ready for her. Though, he was hoping it wouldn't come to that.